The Piñata Suprise

A calm summer day.

I wait in my room, standing. I look through the window, and I see the sky. A beautiful blue, with few clouds. Why do bad things always happen in summer? I continue to wait. Planes pass overhead. The buildings are practically melting in the heat. The window is lightly warped, as we couldn't afford high quality glass. I look outside, onto the pavement, which is hot, and a light gray. It is dotted with litter. The road is clean, surprisingly so, with nothing on it but cars. There aren't any clouds right now. I ponder my current condition, in this new body. A new life. A new time. Can I adapt to it? I already kind of have. I ponder the new purpose. Is it to help it spread? No, that can't be it. I cannot talk. I don't know if I Age, now. So, maybe that's a positive. Piñata immortality. The concept makes me laugh, but nothing comes out. I forget, still, that my jaw is sealed shut. The idea is odd, to have the ability to speak taken away. The ability to eat and drink, so much taken away. Even the ability to move enough. I wait, for something to happen. A jet soars above me, an often used route. I've traced it from Greenland, or somewhere in between us and Greenland. Well, I will get used to this. It is eventual that I will. Will it just keep on spreading, until everyone's either dead or a piñata? Will we be stopped? I ponder this, whilst a few planes pass in the sky. We got the property cheap, as it was next to an airport. We could take the noise. The thought of being like this forever is unsettling, to say the least. Being unable to really walk, or talk, or eat. To serve as a machine and not a person? It puts a pit of dread in where my stomach would be. I walk out of my room, and into the yard.