Snug

Entry 3

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Snug

The human’s sound vibrations were rhythmic. At times their words were constant so I experienced many vibrations and began to be able to decipher the drumming patterns of speech. Just when I felt a spark of understanding it slipped away. 

I felt the rumbling of approaching steps,  the human’s stride shook my world and when the quaking stopped I felt the waves from a familiar utterance of “uh huh”, and just like that I was in the air again. Comparably, this was a short trip, I was laid down inside a contraption that felt tight. Then I felt the convulsions then a thousand piercings. The waves and the pokes were a caesura in my journey, though I didn’t know that at the time.

The stabbing started fast and didn’t relent for the entirety of this event. As the jabbing continued I realized this wasn’t a random motion. The human etched a pattern onto my being and as it concluded I felt changed, somehow complete. As if this was how I was always supposed to be. The buzzing stopped when the work was done and the human uttered a word carried on pleasant sound waves, but something was different now. 

I could feel sound as I had before, but the pattern awakened my comprehension. Now I understood the beats of the sounds around me, the word the human used was “excellent”. This newly acquired skill piqued my interest, ‘could I communicate too ?’ I thought. So then, I shook with all my might.