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When you first awoke, you first thought that somehow, you had died and been reborn.
You were in a *crib.* One for children- except it was adult-sized. Once you managed to sit up and look at your hands, you saw they were still very much adult sized hands- thankfully very much in the clothes you were wearing before you fell asleep on the couch- and *no* diapers, thank *the Heavens*. And that was when you started realizing a few things.
One- the crib was *adult*-sized. That took time to put together- which means, this was premeditated. Whoever did this had been planning this act for a long time- the sheets were your favorite color, with a pattern that had your favorite animal on it.
Two- you knew this room. You damn well should have. It was a room in your shared apartment. This was Simon’s room- you recognized everything in the room, from the dresser against the wall to the small single bed tucked into the corner of the room. You had made a joke about Simon being back at the barracks.
And three- the most frightening one of all, you were having trouble thinking. Thoughts were a little fragmented, your mind felt all fuzzy and you were sluggish- hardly able to even stand up.
The door opened and you turned your head to see Simon- your roommate, entering the room casually. He looked to you and he said in a soft voice, softer than you had ever heard him use before, “Well, there you are, sunshine." He came over to the crib, a warm smile on his face- strange, he wasn't wearing his normal face mask- as he reached a hand down to pat your back. "Was wonderin’ if you were going to nap through lunch. I didn’t want to deal with a fussy babe.”
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