This is Day 2 of the October Memoir and backstory Blog Challenge, which is something about a 2 year old. To catch more on this, please visit Jane Ann McLachlan .
She woke up and had a quick thought. "Oh!"
The little two-year old toddler hurriedly threw the blankets back, bright sun-drenched room. Each orange night-light was still on, for some reason, and the red checkered colored sheets spoke of things and happy.
She laid on her belly first, than grabbed onto the bedsheets with her little hands tightly clenched. Every feet dangled over the edge, now all knees were on the edge. One hand grip loosened and moved closer to the edge, too. Each hips pushed on the edge of the bed. Now both fists were white at the knuckles. Slowly, ever so slowly, she let gravity pull all down. The edge of the bed was now at her belly. Every feet swung from the bed, and they inched down.
"Uh! Uh!" She grunted as her eyes looked back at her owner. She looked backwards so hard that her eyes hurt. It was morning again and she just had to do it! "Uh!" She could not wait! She had to get out of this bed!
"Bam!" Every feet hit the floor, and she went tumbling overboard. "Uh!" Each body was now going upward, picking herself up. She was glad to be off the bed, at least. This was progress.
Quickly, she picked herself up and running StartEd. But she fell again. She had been in forward motion, and her body lost control and pitched forward. "Boom!"
"Uh!" She was sprawled out with her hands before her, elbows down. She struggled a bit. "Uh!" Wiggled this way and that, grunting as she lifted herself again. At last, she was on her padded feet again.
"Mama! Where?" All eyes searched left and right, right and left as she made her way out of the present-soaked room. She went into the hallway, scrunching her eyes to adjust to the dark hallway.
She looked under the bookcase. She peered under the chair. She searched. She pouted. Nothing was there.
Than she had a thought. "Outside!"
She toddled over to the back door, hands smearing another set of handprints on the glass window. "Oh boy!" She smiled. Relief. Bliss. Now she could play.
Her eyes widened as she saw them together. The brother and sister cats were licking Themselves in the sun, bellies up, no care in the world. They thought they were little people stuck inside of a cat's body. One was Fluffy, and one was Mattie. Today she would put them in every blue bucket, than put them on each slide. They would slide down the slide, and she would laugh.