Cats in the Cradle
The days went on, weeks went by but not once did his parents grace their presence. Only nanny was a regular visitor, his every day went on like this: wake up, cry, eat, get cleaned, cry, eat, sleep.
Well humans are social animals, if he was left alone for even a second more he was going batshit crazy. Watching passing clouds from the window could only entertain him this much.
To escape from prison called crib he needed to take controll of his soft muscles. Training was harder than he tought, the infant body lacked the eye hand coordination.
The frustration began to swell up in his chest hot and suffocating. Feeling trapped in a cocoon of four walls. He had to move, to get out breathe fresh air and not be trapped in a gloomy room alone.
Tiny sob began to build up, eyes filling up with tears, a wail of frustration pierced the air. He clutched his elephant plushie to his chest rubbing soft toy to calmself.
The door opened in a hurry, his nanny burst in taking his dishelved sad state. Seeing her his sobs grew more.
Picking him up to her chest.
"Tut. What is bothering my little one."
Patting for dirty diapers, searching the blanket wrap and finally trying to feed him milk bottle. He still cried. Rocking him slowly hushing gently.
He clung to his plushie, this time pushing his body with difficulty he babbled to her pointing to the large window.
It looked Nanny had a devine realization looking at her face.
" How about a little stroll through our garden little master. Hm would you like that."
Yes yes he would lloveto. At last he could have a outing from this dreary place.
Fully covered and cared he was carefully bought out. The cool fresh air hit his face the sweet smell of the flowers making his sensitive nose crunch.
For the first time he truly felt alive. He smiled showing his gums to the world to see. He looked at his nanny her face frozen but her eyes soft. He smiled more till his cheeks hurt.
Months passed, Micheal continued his daily routine. Now he was able to turn on his side. There was no one to celebrate his achievement except his nanny who patted on his back with a what could be described as a gentle smile, if it did not look so awkward on her face.
Patting himself on his back for his progress. He wondered where his parents were, he did not see neither hide nor hair. Whatever, if they did not care for him, he would too not beg for their scrapes of affection. A free life was his goal, nothing could stop him.
Then one day he woke up to the scent of rust and gasoline.