So… in my sleep I learn things. I know a lot of things now; it’s strange. When I was first born I couldn’t hold a single thought in my head for any amount of time, but when I woke up I knew everything. I guess I was in a panic; one of the things I know now is that I wasn’t a child. My lifecycle isn’t like the others; I was born as I will live.

Something else I learnt is that movement isn’t in my nature. So I now know that I made a mistake.

That first day, when I was in such a panic, I moved. Now I know I shouldn’t have, but at least it wasn’t a lot. The damage I did wasn’t anything that would destroy the life, but it’s causing all sorts of weird things to happen out there…

I might’ve killed them all, all because my parent left. I just wanted to see where they went, but lifting my head was enough to cause a wobble, and the wobble could’ve ruined everything. I can’t believe it. It makes me think… I’m not so like them after all? I’m alive! Remember that, I’m alive, ok? But… I must be a bigger part or something. Because I was born an adult, and I learn in my sleep, and I can effect the life in such a massive way just by sneezing. I guess I must be like… a caretaker creature? I keep the others healthy?

That must be it. So that makes me an important life! It’s a big job, but I suppose it’s what I was born to do. And I will do it well, because if I screw up again, everything ends. Only then would I actually be alone.