twice

we're trying something new
press the button, it'll be quick, i promise

i woke up on the other side, tiny and weak
my arms struggled to drag myself out of the sheets
i managed to toss myself out of bed after a few minutes of reconciling with my past muscles
throwing a look back, i recalled that i slept with my parents back then
my bare feet stepped across the cold tile, old tile that hadn't been replaced yet
the computer sat on the desk, ready to go
i turned on the monitor and was greeted by the classic windows xp login screen
no password, one user
the default chess icon
things started to move in the corners of my vision, just like they always did, and i ignored them for now
chrome struggled to open, and i soon found that the keyboard was much too large to touch type on, considering my tiny hands
instinctively, i typed the site i call home into the address bar and pressed enter- error.
it was to be expected.
i tried the older site, and it returned

i feel better now so i'll stop
just kidding i'm just going to trash the place
i need to be quiet but no one cares really
typing on automatic can't dream revenge of the somatic
what does my subconscious have