A moment of clarity

You wake later a sound somewhere has stirred you. Muffled voices come from the other room. You can hear mommy talking someone, and then a door closes. The talking stops, and footsteps approach. Mommy steps in carrying a bag.

"Mommy? Who was that you were talking to?" You ask.

"Oh my little man is awake." She beams. "That was no one. Just a man bringing some packages."

"What packages?"

"Some things we needed." She leans over and picks you up. She holds you on her hip and your head rests on her shoulder. She carries you out into the living room and you see the boxes piled up against the door.

"That is a lot of boxes" you comment. "Yes, it is. And they where not cheep, when mommy needed same day delivery." She puts you down in the sofa, and click on the tv for you. "You sit here and let mommy unpack some of these."

She finds a box and open it. You look over occasionally to see what she is doing. It looks like she is making a chair? A high chair for the table. Does not take her long to assemble it, and once she is done she returns to you. Picks you up and carries you over to the chair.

"Fits you perfectly" she beams as she pushes you to the table.

"So..." she begins. "Mommy needs to make sure you are alright". You smile at here, trying to show you are but she looks back almost bracing herself. She snaps her fingers and says "Box-Knuckle".

The vertigo hits you hard. Your full faculties are brought back to you.

"What..? Where am I?" The world is so big around you.

"What the fuck is happening?" You scream, but though your voice is the same, there is a distinct lack of volume, like it is smaller.

But then.. you look around, down at yourself your hand. Then up at Carrie sitting across from you. You are in a baby high chair, and she is so! What? You must be dreaming. You struggle to get out. You are vaguely aware of Carrie trying to calm you down. You crawl out of the chair and down on the floor. Standing up you look around, the room is spinning.

What did she do to you? Did that whole serum thing really work. From what you could see your where no more than 3,5 feet tall at this point. This was insane.. you can feel yourself hyper ventilating. You gasp for air. The world becomes fuzzy, and you slump forward.

You stir and try to sit up. What was all that. What kind of fever dream did you just have? Where even are you? This bed this sheets, unfamiliar. And what are these bars? You look up and realize to your horror that you have not been dreaming, or if you where. The nightmare is still happening. You are in a crib. The rest of the room fades into view, and you see your bed just across from you. Carrie sits there looking at you.

"Welcome back. You where out for a lot longer than I expected" she says.

Your body shivers. "Carrie..." you start a clear trembling in your voice. "What have you done?"

"You can't get mad. You agreed." She argues.

"Agreed? I didn't even believe you.! I just said yes to humor you!"

"That is not very nice of you" She answers. her voice is cold and distant.

"Carrie, you need to fix this. I can't stay like this" your voice is soft with a thin vail of desperation and fear.

"Relax." still that cold emotionless voice. "Once you stop taking the serum you will grow back into yourself."

A small sigh of relief escapes your lips.