1995
Her vision was still a little cloudy, but she could hear and smell everything.
So, this was her home…?
I imagined more free space, she thought. Or, she did something similar. She was still distracted that she was in a different world than she used to, and she couldn't form real thoughts with words yet, afterall, she was just days old. But she could form feelings.
And she felt the wind blowing in, and it was very pleasant.
,,Welcome home, dear," she heard. She knew it was her mom- she knew the voice, it often talked to her, when she was inside.
I'll like her very much, I'm sure.
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1997
She stared on the ceiling.
Everyone was asleep in the flat, she was sure. It could be around midnight, or maybe more. She could wake someone up, like she did when she was hungry, thirsty or too bored, but she didn't want to. Afterall, this were the only moments when she was about alone, completely without constant stares and questions, and all that stuff she didn't like very much. She was a baby- but she wasn't stupid. Why didn't anyone realize that? Was it THAT hard to speak to her normally just for a while?
Others did it.
But then again… the adults never seen them. They never stared into the darkness like she did, and never caught a glimpse of a small, green face in the leaves, or very tiny dragons flying around her head. Or by that matter, something she couldn't quite recognize sitting on a tree outside, when she used to east lunch. Why was it? They were very clear to her. Maybe she didn't see all the details, but usually she could manage to see them, not just feel them.
It made her angry, and if she wasn't afraid she will wake her mother, lying just a few inches beside her, she'd make a annoyed sound.
,,What's the matter, little one?" a fairy asked above her. It was a voiceless question, it sounded dully in the baby's head, and it was without words. And she could answer the same;
,,I'm just a bit nervous about waking up the adults."
,,Then come on to us, to the astral sphere," the fairy invited her. She listened, closed her eyes and a while after slept peacefully.
Ever since she was this small, her dreams were different from the normal ones. They were more colorful, more alive, more… felt like reality. And in them, she could even touch the small friends she had, play with them, and speak to them as loudly as she wanted, afterall it was all a dream- or was it?
After she woke up, she could usually remember all the dreams she had very clearly… or just as clearly as a baby's memory is. She couldn't tell anyone, though.
I'll have to learn how to speak as quickly, as possible, she made a mental note.
