Memoirs of Miles: My Life Thus FarIt's noisy here. The constant chatter, the flurry of activity, banging and wailing of something much bigger that I haven't figured out quite yet. This thing they call "sister."
Most days, I can't find my fingers. They brought me such comfort in the womb. Now, all but gone. I feel them, like the phantom sensation of an amputee. I draw them to my mouth and taste nothing but...cotton. The fibers make me gag. On the rare instance they do appear, these fingers betray me like little daggers. I inadvertently stab myself in the eye.
Occasionally the pure joy (Ecstasy!) of warm, sweet mother's milk in my mouth, trickling down and filling my belly. Oh, how good it feels. I drift away under its intoxicating spell... only to awaken to the cold, lifeless, sterile feeling of rubber against my tongue.
You can imagine the confusion and horror, can't you?
Alas, it's been a month and I've decided to stay. People seem to like me, constantly smiling and cooing and chattering in my face like baboons. They take me out into the warm sunshine and rock me against their soft breasts. I enjoy the rhythmic thump-thump of their heartbeats. Sometimes a gentle song floats by my ears and it helps me drift to sleep.
Yes, and there's laughter. Lots of laughter. I'm not sure what that's all about, but I hope to participate someday.