She thought it was
just a regular stomach ache. Those had been consistent for a while now. However
for some reason she could not explain, she knew this one was different.
"What is this feeling" she asked herself. She felt like she had
severely overeaten and her hurting stomach was her punishment. She no longer
felt comfortable in the silvery body hugging long-sleeved night dress she had
on, and to make it worse, she could barely move to find a more comfortable
position.
She tried to remember
if she had felt like this before. Her memories were always vivid, and she knew
that if she had ever felt like this, she would remember. Her memories kept her
company a lot these days, but it was not always like this. She remembered so
many things about a more eventful past and remembered them so very well. She
remembered when she would crawl on the floor of the playgroup, picking scraps
of anything she thought was food, and stuff them into her ever busy mouth. She
was slightly fatter than the other kids in the playgroup, but she didn't care
because she was smarter and more athletic than the rest- athleticism being
measured by her ability to reach corners of the playground that the others
hadn’t discovered, and of course, her ability to stuff what she termed
forgotten bits of happiness into her mouth. She remembered the taste of those
little bits of happiness, some dewy, some fresh and some quickly spat out to
avert a taste bud catastrophe.
