The Day’s of his Lives Scene 70

Days passed without number as I learned that creeping is more fascinating than walking and playing more fruitful than thinking. I had forgotten the small things in life are the most joyful; watching a doodle bug crawling across the rug, snatching sunbeams in my hand, cuddling a furry teddy bear. The world was my oyster. Gina was my Mommy now, our previous relation as siblings was only an academic memory that had been forgotten along with my other useless knowledge. Each day I knew less than the day before and my contentment increased proportionally. I saw the strange similarity between growing very old and becoming very young. Either way, one’s grip on life loosened and the words the had been so facile slipped away. I knew instinctively that soon I would be without words entirely. It didn’t matter, I was happy to merely sit in my playpen and blow bubbles and raspberries. I drifted in a sweet sea of formula amid ship-shape stacks of fluffy fragrant diapers…..