Take 2 Times 2? Past Book 2

5. Again

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    The next morning, once again, I found myself waking up in my crib. I ignored what was wrapped around my wast and got up. This time it was a lot harder to get out from under the covers, but as always, I managed. Waking up only in a diaper should not be surprising to me, but it was just a little. This meant that I didn't know who put me here. But that aside I still needed to get out of this crib. I didn't bother to try and stand up as I only had to crawl a foot or two to get to the bars. And for the first time it dawned on me that this was not a normal sized crib. I really started to look at it when I noticed that it was bigger then I had thought originally. It was more like a toddlers bed. Maybe even a twin size bed. I started really looking at it now. And then sizes started to come to me. The size of a normal baby's crib. The size of my old twin size bed. And then this bed. They overlapped in my head. This was smaller then a twin, but bigger then a baby's bed. I was starting to see things differently now. I could actually see the demotions of the stuff around me, and it was weird. If I had to guess, I would say that I was seeing things both as this short 1 year old would see it. And as the taller 15 year old would be seeing it. But at the same time. Like this bed. It would have been too small for my older self. But as I am now, it seems too big. If I was my older self, this bed would be like sleeping in a queen size bed. Plenty of room to move around and without extra pillows on it, it would feel lonely. But as a baby, I had pillows and my stuffed animals in here with me. So I didn't feel alone. It felt...nice? It was warm and maybe...safe? Definitely safe. And with the bars up, nothing bad could come in and get me. The outside world couldn't touch me here. This was my safe place. At least for now. And now that I think about it that was. This is not to cage me in, but to keep other things out. These bars were here to protect me, not to keep me trapped in.

    I looked around and found not only mu stuffed animals, but a bottle of water and a pacifier. I took the water and drank my fill. Then for no other reason then I wanted to, I put the pacifier in my mouth. I made up my bed the best I could and started to play with my stuffed toys. One was still tired so I put him under the covers and let him use my pillow. But the rest of us were wide awake. But we had to be quiet so we didn't disturb him from sleeping. We were at the bottom of my bed playing when Bear came in. He was being toooo loud and would have woken up my sleeping wolf. But I put my finger to my lips and shushed him before he could wake Wolfe up. Bear got real quiet and tiptoed over to me. He looked around and saw Wolfe still asleep on my pillow. Then he whispered "I see your wolf pup is still sleeping. Do you think we should leave him here and let him get some more sleep?" I nodded my head not wanting to wake Wolfe up. "I think he might get lonely if he wakes up all alone tho. How about you have some of your other friends watch out for him? Then we can get you cleaned up and down for breakfast." I crawled in to action. All my stuffies looked tired after we were done playing. So even tho it took me a couple of trips, I got them all tucked back in to bed. When that was done, I gave them all a kiss on the forehead and let them sleep.

    Bear had dropped the side of my crib to make it easer to get me. But after he picked me up he had left the bars down. I couldn't have that. They needed to feel safe while I was gone. They needed to be protected just like I was when I slept there. Before Bear could walk away I patted him and pointed at the bars and said "Up". He looked confused and asked "You want the bars up?". I looked at him right in the eyes and huffed. Then said "es. Day need feeel safe. Day neeed feel podekded. I podeck dem. Bows up peees. I no wan dem sad o scared wen day wake up. Day me fwins" With no other explanation that that, Bear pulled the bars back up and smiled at me. He turned and walked us over to my changing table.

    After that was done and I was put in to my cloths for the day, a baby blue bear costume. We headed down to the kitchen for some much needed food. We started to get on a routine as the days went by. For the most part it was, wake up and change then breakfast. Then I would do a little bit of work. Then have a snack and something to drink. Then nap. After that I could work a little more or if I didn't FEEL old enough play time until dinner. But after dinner regardless of how old I felt, it was family time. That meant a game or a movie with the others. Some times, it was everyone. But sometimes it was just me and one or two others. With the exception of when I was sleeping, I was never alone. There was always someone in earshot of me. And they always tried to keep me doing something. Even if it was just watching a movie or a tv show.

    Some days I couldn't work at all because I was feeling to young. Not quite 1, but not 15 ether. That confused me and them. But we all took it in stride. On those days we would go to the park or just played in the back yard. We ended up getting a pool in the back yard and that was fun. But we also went to the water park too. After I got settled in, maybe a month later, we go out and do stuff. Like the zoo, that was fun. But boring at the same time. I was in a little kids body so everything seemed so big. But at the time, I felt a lot older. So like dad said "You can't appreciate it as much. It's not your first time, so the excitement just isn't there." That got me thinking about him. How could he have done this so many times and not just gotten board with it all. Living forever? Or going back and reliving the same thing over and over? I think I would go crazy. One redo is hard enough for me. And that's when I got a really good, or stupid idea.