Warm and Wet.

The impossible in front of me, trying desperately to pull myself across the floor. Everything is so far away. Nothing is easily in reach. Pulling always pulling. Muscles not ready for it. Brain just in development. All of the effort possible and you end up just kicking your legs in the arm. All of your weight pressed into your belly. It is all you know. You miss the warm and the wet. I miss the warm and the wet. The safe place where you didn’t have to work so hard. Where you did not have to train. All you had to do was float and be consumed by the comfort.

But that time has passed, and now you spend your days pulling and straining, just like me.