Talk Radio and Home
Thump. Thump-thump. Thump. Thump-thump. That is the sound I listen to every day since I can remember, the same sound over and over again with the rare echo of something else thumping along, slightly off beat. My home is very comfortable; it is always warm and soft. It once was very spacious but I feel like the walls are getting smaller. Either that or I am getting bigger, I do not know which. All I know is that it is getting harder and harder to move around and stretch out, but none the less I hardly have any complaints on my living space. I spend my days aimlessly lost in my own thought, sleeping or listening to them talk, the people that are outside of my house walls. I love listening to them laugh. I don't really know what they are but they call themselves Mommy and Daddy. Mommy's voice is soft and sweet not like Daddy's, his is rough and deep. I have to strain to hear his voice because it does not surround me like Mommy’s. They talk about me a lot, calling me Baby Girl, I wish I could see them or let them know I can hear them. Sometimes I try to communicate to them by kicking my foot against my house walls or push really hard but they do not seem to know how to kick or push back. I wonder if they know I'm here. My favorite parts of the day are when my belly gets full. "Eating" is what I hear Mommy and Daddy call it. All I know is that Eating smells really good all around me and then my belly gets warm and full, that’s when I get sleepy and that is when I like to take my naps. Mommy is talking about changing my name a lot lately. She keeps switching back and forth between Chloe, Shelby and Abby. I prefer my original name of Baby. It is what has I have always known and what everyone on the outside has always called me. It kind of makes me mad the way they think they can just change my name like I do not even have a choice. I keep trying to kick at the walls to make them understand that I don't like the