[it's so early that even baba is still asleep, and she knows that he would expect her to be too. but she's not. she's awake, currently enjoying the taste of her own fist as she stares into the darkness at all the things that others may or may not be able to see.
until she hears someone in the kitchen, and she kicks her feet as she makes a soft gurgling sound. but it doesn't wake baba or papa, and no one comes to get her either-
it's okay. they should rest. they have long days of doing things that she doesn't understand inbetween things that she enjoys. like feedings and baths and clean diapers. she can do this! she is wingless but she can still fly! and so she rises from her soft basket bed, floating while kicking her little feet until she finds the kitchen, its warm light and nice smells that remind her of her tummy. and oh! her uncle hunter! she floats over, lingering behind his shoulder and silently willing him to notice her.]
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until she hears someone in the kitchen, and she kicks her feet as she makes a soft gurgling sound. but it doesn't wake baba or papa, and no one comes to get her either-
it's okay. they should rest. they have long days of doing things that she doesn't understand inbetween things that she enjoys. like feedings and baths and clean diapers. she can do this! she is wingless but she can still fly! and so she rises from her soft basket bed, floating while kicking her little feet until she finds the kitchen, its warm light and nice smells that remind her of her tummy. and oh! her uncle hunter! she floats over, lingering behind his shoulder and silently willing him to notice her.]