Chapter 2
Samuel:
Waking up inside of a baby's body with the mind of an adult is one of the most bizarre experiences. It's unbelievably frustrating. You don't have the ability to do anything yourself. Other than that, I had a mission in mind. It was to figure out this world's language. It was very different from English. The words sounded... odd. They felt foreign not only in the since that I wasn't on earth anymore, but it felt archaic. I allowed my family to swaddle me and take care of me. I tried my hardest to act helpless but honestly it wasn't so tough. You literally can't tell your body what to do. In the moments of my parents sleeping, I would attempt to regain control of my body, but it came at a snail's pace. When I would tell my hand to close my feet would curl. It was the most mind-boggling thing to encounter. After what felt like ages and many diaper changes later, I finally gained the ability to turn over onto my stomach. I lay there panting and wheezing. No wonder babies sleep so much it's exhausting.
I tried looking around the room that I was in. It honestly looked very quaint. My mother sat by the fire which was in the middle of the room, cooking something. I could hear the sound of metal off in the distance. My mother honestly looks beautiful. She has long golden hair that hangs down to her waist. She also always seems to be singing. It makes me miss my own wife. My father is a bear of a man, he has to be six foot something plus he's as wide as an oak tree. He seems to love my mother due to the way he stares at her. After loving on my mother, he always comes over to play with me for a while. Most would think you'd mind it but honestly just lying in a cage made of wood all day would make most go stir crazy.
My father always does the same thing whenever he plays with me. He puts me on my stomach and coos and coddles me trying to get me to come to him. It feels humiliating but honestly it helps. It makes me feel like I can actually do it. I try to crawl my little heart out, but alas it... wait why is it working? Am I CRAWLING?! Goodbye old world of baby prison and hello world of... wait put me down old man! I'm crawling! Ah fine I'll let you reward me for crawling. My father was holding me beaming at my mother shouting in that weird language. "Ittou is Samuel! Ittou ish lalalickin!"
I know from experience that they named me Samuel, and I assume that he's talking about me crawling, but gosh this is so hard to figure out. My mother threw her arms up into the air twirling around. She squatted down and curled her fingers into a come here gesture. My father set me down beaming away. "Ish lalalickin, Samuel! Lalalicken ittou imeama!" Well, I presume that my mother also wants me to crawl toward her. Wait, does crawl mean lalalicken? Ok I'll just lalalicken my way on over to you. I honestly didn't care that much that I was acting like a baby. I had figured out a word... I was pretty sure. I crawled my way over to her, and you could feel her excitement as I was making my way over to her. When I finally reached her, she picked me up squealing for joy.
I wonder how my wife is faring on being a baby.