I started noticing things around me a few months ago. Noises, motion, all sorts of things going on.
If I stay real quiet and listen, I can figure most of it out.
I am running out of room. I try to push and make more room, but it just pushes back as soon as I stop. Somebody didn't completely think this process out, I guess.
That is bad enough, but then the periods of blasted racket. Noises with strange voices. I know about voices, I can hear hers. Most of the time it isn't too bad, but it pisses me off when I am trying to sleep.
Usually a few kicks does the trick, though. If I kick hard enough, it gets quiet real quick.
There was this one period, some kind of loud beat, then I am being jiggled up and down, over and over. Makes me dizzy when she does that. Dancing, she calls it. I can sense what she thinks.
They think I don't know, but I do. Hell, I am an intelligent human being, for God's sakes! I know where I am, and I know she knows, too. I know everything.
She knows when I am pissed off, uncomfortable. But then I know when she is upset, too. I really like the times when she is happy. She hums and sings quietly, that is nice.
I just match my heartbeat to hers when she is happy, we become one.
What I don't know for sure is why I am here, but I have a feeling I will find out. Still, it is nice and warm, a bit on the wet side though.
And getting cramped, too.
I like the nice soft steady thumping, somehow it makes me feel good, I am used to that. It never stops, ever.
Nice and cozy, that's the right thought.
I remember the first time I really noticed that thing that comes in here with me. I mean, what the hell is that? Bad enough it was moving around all over the place but there isn't a hell of a lot of room in here, for Christ's sakes.
I tried to give it a kick, make it leave, that didn't work. It just got bigger.
Then all of a sudden it sprayed this crap all over everything, I mean, YUK! Hell, do that someplace else, this is my goddam HOME!
Every goddam day, the same thing. Well, up until the last few days, lately it hasn't come around. At least I have this nice bag around me, but still....
Deep down inside I have a feeling that that thing has something to do with why I am in here, but I haven't figured it out yet.
All in all, I have things pretty much under control.
Sure, there was that scary time, I realized I could sense water running, then something came in, washed everything, all of a sudden it was like I was going to fall out!
Hell with that, I turned sideways. That seemed to stop that quickly. Then I figured out that I wasn't going to fall out, still, quite a moment.
Damn, it's getting tight in here. The only way to be comfortable is roll up into a ball.
I hate waking up, then the squeezing starts, along with more racket. Every goddam morning, the same thing. I hear the comforting sounds from someone else, it's a deeper sound than the one I hear from her.
I try to make those sounds, imitate them, but it doesn't work. I will keep trying.
It really is getting tight in here, somebody is going to have to do something soon.
Just as I am thinking that, there is a big pop sound and everything around me lets go.
Oh, my God! We have a leak! Big one, too, somebody DO something. Then we are bouncing around and....OW! Jesus Christ, lady, don't squeeze like that! I damn near can't take it...OW!
