Suddenly I awoke, I felt so tired but it was a different tired from before. It was not the tired of old age, worn muscles and slow mind. It was of a somewhat sleepy mind and muscles tired from movement. I was just a little tired but still had enough consciousness to try to look around. The change from before was obvious, for a starters someone was holding me with one arm around my stomach and the other supporting my legs which we propped on something. This was not the hospital deathbed I was in before with my family. Ever lie down and try to go to sleep yet you are still there one the edge and everything is so surreal like a dream. That was the experience I had, the sensation my mind was going through.It was only when I felt myself being lifted and turned around did I see what was going on. I was the size of a toddler...no I was a toddler, the small limbs and body and rather large head. My slow mind now having sped up from shock at what is before me.

After that rather stunning revelation did I bother paying attention to the person lifting me up. She appeared to not be young but not old either, maybe early to mid thirties with black hair and red eyes. She was wearing a simple long blue dress, plain for the most part except for some red or black embroidery and made to be practical as a dress could be. I was being held firmly but not painfully, her face looked like she was used to holding me and all the more reinforced the revelation that I was a toddler. I had seen that look before, filled with caring and amusement. I had seen it enough on my wife’s face for as she held our children, assumed I had something similar as I did the same as well as watched my children hold their kids. Wait what is with her ears...those are not human ears.While I was muddling this through in my rather “blown” mind, I was picked up and put into a pouch of cloth with holes for legs on the woman’s back. I could see a receding background of grass and trees. It was not the scene you would get in a city or even suburban areas. This looked like true rural plains though there was a rough dirt road leading to what looked like buildings far into the distance. Soon though I was carried in through a set of doors into a stone building and a small hall through a hallway and up somestairs to another room. Once there I was lifted out and placed into a small bed with raised sides. I could feel myself being rubbed on the head and me reflexively smiling then my mind fading out again as the lady smiled and turned to leave.What was going on? why am I a child? why is someone wearing that kind of clothes?, so many questions and no answers. This is not what I was doing before, well what I was doing before was dying so this is an obvious improvement. What am I doing here?, will I be able to see my family ever again?, will something happen to me? Wait, calm down this is getting me nowhere. After that jumble of questions I got most of it out of my system but things are crazy here....i’m doing it again. Well that bit of escapism later priorities now.

1.Immediate area (ie The Room)

 2.Current Condition

 3.Who was that Lady?

 4.What could happen next?

 5.Escape?

 6.Possible Causes of this situation

 7.How to get back.

Well right now I am in a small room along with the aforementioned bed in the center I am in, there is also some wooden shelving and a table on the right side. A small wooden chest by the wall opposite the door and a burning torch on the right with another table with a window overlooking the room. There is no glass in the window just wood shutters, that’s another sign of not being anywhere I know, though the whole medieval manor look should have clued me in sooner. Nothing in the immediate area that is dangerous though that torch looks funky without any real thing to hold the ashes.

As for how I am right now well after a bit of tossing from side to side and creative movements I manage to prop myself into a sitting position. Well not much to say, small child standards of pudgy hands and feet, tiny torso and somewhat large head. That thumb looks gooood......stop I can hold it in, even if im a small child I must not get distracted. That shadow on the wall though opposite the window....again. Well then I suppose being rather young means I will have contend with this but my old mind is rebelling against this. However things are just not going my way as I feel that exhaustion from before flood me and I drift off once more into the darkness but this time in a much better circumstance.

AN:expect the story to be a bit slow since I have to lay down the frame first before we get to the good stuff, but I will be posting unrelated battle drafts for those who want a bit of action as I practice to get better at writing.