Parents, lovers, and babies.

Date: 11/7/2016

There was a little boy who's parents had been turned into baby birds. They were soft and frail and helpless, featherless. He kept hurting them, banging their heads against things, cleaning them painfully. He was so angry they were baby birds and left him. He was so rough he would have killed them had it been anything other than a dream. And older man tried to steady his hands, teach him kindness, forgiveness, but he was a just so angry. I understood, that he didn't really do what I thought he did, what it looked like he did. He was just acting. I was slightly horrified at the violence but I also realized it wasn't really so violent, don't know why i thought it wasn't real, like it was, the whole scene, masquerading as something else I couldnt see. I was with lovers for a time, a male and a female. Then they were gone, they were asleep, the had left while sleeping. They were in a trance, bodies present, but minds away. And always always sleeping. I kept waiting. I waited a long time. Finally I went looking for them. There was a couple with a little girl, and I objected to what they fed her. They loved her very much, the mother watched her constantly, but the mother fed her dried top Ramen and I highly disapproved, I followed them down a dirt road trying to tell her that it would hurt her child. She had been so used to doing it she didn't listen to me. I told her that if she fed her daughter dried top Romen, in the stomach when it mixed with liquid it would inflate and pop her, you know like rice does with birds. The mother didn't believe me, and it wasn't exactly what would happen, I was only trying to put it into words she could understand. Later, I was an animal, my parents or lovers had been gone so long I decided to become a fox for a while. They occasionally found me like that but didn't want me. Even when I was human they didn't want me. I didn't want to become anything other than a fox. I was a woman, a girl woman, no around my own age in real life, and I suspected I was pregnant. I didn't have proof, and I was slightly disappointed because I had been looking forward to my period that month and I wouldn't have one for 9 months, but I was slightly happy about the baby. Mostly happy about the baby, the emotions came with the realization and planning. I kept trying to decide what to do with it, with her. I knew it could be a girl. I dismissed abortion easily, barely gave it thought, instead feeling for the decision which felt right. In the end I decided to give her away, to a couple who really wanted her. Adopt her out to some family. I was really happy over this decision. I was happy over the baby. I was happy a part of me would be loved.