Darkness covered my vision completely.
'No, no, no, no... not again... this fucking darkness..!'
'I just want to be with my mom again. I want to lay in bed, watching videos and playing games like I used to. I want to eat Bolognese with my parents again! I don't want to see this hollow void anymore!!'
"Waaaaaaaahhhh!! Waaaahh!!!" And I woke up, feeling rather stressed and hungry.
Extremely so.
I wanted milk badly.
Some other tall men and women with headbands (I still couldn't make out what they were or what the hell was even engraved on them) entered the room, chattering amongst themselves.
Every single individual picked up their respective infant (also picked me up, of course!) and started to feed them with bottles filled with the same milk from earlier. I could tell from the flavor alone. Don't ask me how or why I know, okay? It's just a feeling.
I kept instinctively reaching out with my tiny hands to touch the woman holding me, attempting to find warmth, but she kept making silly faces and caressing my cheeks while I just made dumb baby sounds.
"Ga ga ga...."
They kept conversing as they fed us, talking about what seemed to be trivial things, judging from their tone, and soon enough switched to a more serious topic. I could understand... a little. Were they speaking Japanese? If they were, oooh boy...
My hunger was quickly being sated, and after a few gulps, I felt satisfied, so I stopped sucking on the bottle.
She laid me down in the crib with the other infants, a slight grumble escaping me. She clasped her hands together lovingly and looked down at me, saying something along the lines of "##, kono chiisana ###########."
Yeah, I'm screwed. That was definitely Japanese.
She held me up once more and gave me a kiss on the forehead before laying me down in the crib again.
They soon left the room, and I started to take in my surroundings.
My fellow infants fell asleep so fast, and I was the only one awake, fearing sleep because I didn't want to see the void again. No way.
The crib was made of wood (of course, what did I expect?), and I could feel the gentle, constant turbulence of the ocean as we traveled. The walls were colored white, and the floor was also made of wood.
My ears were somewhat sensitive; I kept hearing people muttering and whispering. It was scary, to be honest.
Ugh, what is that smell? Suddenly, I felt something wet and sticky on my bottom.
Did I seriously forget that I'm a literal baby and have no control over my motor skills and bowel movements?