As you lay there, foot jammed in your mouth and drool running down your cheek, your bloated diaper under you, you feel your adult thoughts going quiet once again, you don't know for how long this time, but you don't really care. You have your caregiver, your diapies, and your silly toesies.

You let out a soft giggle at that. Silly feet! Silly toesies! You reach up, grabbing for them and successfully grabbing your foot again, this time bringing it close and without a second thought, shoving your foot into your mouth. Your toesies taste funny, silly. 14/?

You see your toesies, wiggling on your feetsies and a smile creeps across your face, a dumb, drooly smile as you reach for them. You easily grab your foot and blink as you try to bring it closer to look at it, but as you do, you feel yourself roll onto you back, you feet now above you. 13/?

It's so quick, and as you finish and slowly sit back in your mess with a squish, the pretty lights dimming you slowly take in your surroundings once again. You see your stuffies, your crib, your blankie, your nursery and then something catches your attention. 12/?

You know what it means, and you know what good babies do. Your body slowly leans forward on instinct and you barely even hear yourself grunt as you feel a weight and warmth start to fill your diaper. You just stare, softly grunting as your diaper fills under your, you not even caring slightly. 11/?

You stare, letting the pretty colors overrun your quickly emptying head. You hear your caretaker say something but it sounds like it's from miles away and unintelligible. The colors swirl and calm your dimming mind as you feel an odd feeling, a grumble in your tummy, an unease. 10/?

Your thoughts begin to scramble, break apart, become simpler and simpler as you feel odd warm wet stuff dribble over your lips and down your chin. You don't care though, all that matters is the pretty lights, the sounds, the quiet voices telling you what a good baby you are. 9/?

Your head turns on instinct towards the noise, even as your adult mind screams for it to stop. It's so pretty, it's so calming. You look up at the mobile, one dim and quiet now lit up with swirling lights and sounds. You can't help but start to stare as you sit there, your mouth slowly drifting open

You look confused at the monitor and go to say something, but before you can you hear the soft tinkling of a mobile starting up. Something in your brain says to cover your ears, shut your eyes, don't look, don't listen, it's bad. But...an even stronger part says otherwise. 7/?

All your brain can think of is one word Mommy/Daddy, and while you know it isn't right, it bombards you. That is your caregiver! They love you! They give you diapie changes! They play with you! They feed you! You try to shake the odd thoughts away as they chuckle "Oh honey...you don't need to fight"

Looking over you see a baby monitor on the table, one with a camera attached and looking over you from the corner of the ceiling. "Looks like someone finally woke up, I'm sorry this is so scary baby, but it's for the best." You frown, the voice is familiar...a friend? Family? 5/?

You breathe a bit quickly and stare as you see the wetness indicator showing you absolutely soaked it, probably in your sleep. You try to reason with yourself, this has to be a dream, or a nightmare, or...or.... Your thoughts are cut off by the sound of a soft chuckle from a side table near you. 4/?

You instantly rip the blanket covered in a teddy bear print off yourself and what you see makes your heart lurch into your mouth. First...the shirt you're wearing, a small bluey shirt, very small, toddler small, the second thing is the thick night diaper wrapped around your waist. 3/?

You know you've seen this room, these bars, even the blanket and stuffies that cover you countless times...but it's all a blur, like watching a movie on 4x speed. You slowly push yourself to a sit and give a small wince as you feel a squish below you, THAT, you were not used to. 2/?