Dear Diary, My New Mommy

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Upon opening your eyes the next morning you immediately know that something is wrong. Instantly your heart begin to race, you feel as if you are in danger, but why. Clutching your stomach you're in severe pain. You need to get to the bathroom and fast, you feel as if you're about to explode and your insides are on fire. 

Sitting up, your bed room is dark and you can't see. You reach over towards the lamp sitting next to your bed only to feel nothing. That's strange, but you can see some light shining through your slightly ajar door. Swing your legs over to the side of your bed you notice that your feet don't touch the carpet. 

What the hell? 

Before you even think about it, you're jumping down and holy hell that was a long fall. Seriously, what the heck?! There's the stomach pain again. You need to get to the bathroom as a wave of nausea takes over you. You have no time to think about anything but RUN. And you do, but- there's something wrong. It's taking you a long time to get to the door. Why? When you're finally there you can barely reach the door handle to pull the door open. 

Nausea. Bathroom now! Thank goodness the door is open. Inside you're emptying your  guts out. Your stomach is cramping, your eyes won't stop tearing, you can barely breathe. 

Maybe you're dying...

You're having trouble processing what is happening to you right now, but why does the toilet seem bigger today? Another wave of nausea hits you and there you go again. Once you gain control you try to calm yourself long enough to find out what is happening. Taking the back of your hand you bring it to your face to dry some tears but there's something wrong with your hand. Bringing it to your face you examine it before you let out a scream and hide it behind your back. 

'What the hell?' You're panicking. Your breath quickly becomes labored, well, more that it already is. Slowly you bring it to your face to examine it. It's so small, and for some reason it's attached to your body. You bring it to your face and that feels different too. 

You need a mirror. As you stand up you feel the overwhelming desire to throw up again but you manage to prolong it. There's a long mirror in the hallway and that's the first place you can think of. Rushing to it notice along the way that you are indeed much shorter than you were yesterday. You have to be dreaming right now because everything seems gigantic. Once you're in front of the mirror and looking into it you freeze. It's like everything around you does as well. The earth is at a standstill and everything is silent. You recognize the person in the mirror and it's not you. Well, it is you but it's not you - you. It's a miniature version of you, like when you were younger. Around 4 - 5 years old.

"Oh my God" You whisper, then you gasp and cover your mouth with your hands. Your voice sound so little and small. Your eyes widen in shock, you never thought it was possible but you're feeling light headed and there are now little black peaks clouding your vision, you're dizzy, then you pass out.