Carter woke up, with half opened eyes, vague memories of his emotions stuck in his head, the horrors of it dissipating little by little.
He closed his eyelids within the second, not wanting to see anything for now.
“What a nightmare…” Carter uttered in a voice that clearly wasn’t his, much like a child’s one.
Did I transform myself into a mimic as well? He thought putting his hand on his throat.
The once young man could only shiver when reminiscing even the slightest trait of that monster, as like a child, he thought Noir would show up again.
He sighed, even his breath feeling unfamiliar.
Used to closed eyes, he didn’t really know what kind of environment he was in.
By how it felt, he was onto something opaque, even comfy and solid, a sensation he thought he would never feel again.
He took some time appreciating the heavenly feeling.
Hesitantly opening his eyes, the first thing that he saw was a blurry brown, followed by dancing sunlight.
Carter blinked multiple times, not noticing earlier the weak warm feeling on his soft face.
He turned away from the sunlight.
He was hesitant to do other things, to even move a single inch, but with a resilient mind he decided with reinforced will to get things done little by little.
Still a bit too comfy on the soft matress, he sat up slowly, wanting to make out his body, his room and his clothing.
Every second he took deep and slow breaths.
He looked at his hand first, still undeniably shaking like a leaf. He couldn’t call them small, but they still had a cute side to them.
He wondered if he had regressed to becoming a kid, though his age, he had no definite clue of.
White in colour, with the sunlight lighting it a bit more, his hand still had the five fingers of a normal human.
He clenched and opened them in succession with a rather slow pace to try alleviating the trembling.
He twitched his eye in failure.
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Then Carter looked at his unfamiliar clothing.
The first piece of it came into view, it was an elegant white shirt comfortable and broad enough to be worn in bed, the texture soft and a bit too comfy.
He pinched them softly to determine the material used and concluded with a slight yawn that it was cotton silk.
Slapping his cheeks slightly, he looked under him.
Under the bed sheets, Carter sensed his pants and knew they were comfortable. His legs moved under them as healthy as they would ever be.
Finally, he checked his whole body, fearing he had any parts missing.
In relief, he tapped his lap.
He looked around for a bit, taking his time marveling on the normalcy of the room, something he had never thought he would marvel on.
The birds chirping outside, the chamber filled with furnitures of many sorts, the sound of his own wrestling on the little bed, his hair flowing with the wind, and the slight sunlight dancing across, he took them all in.
And then he got up, slowly making his way towards the full body mirror to the side of the room, the floor creaking with every step he took.
Arriving in front, Carter asked a simple question to the reflection while touching his soft face.
Who are you?
The features of his face weren’t matching with the ones he had when he was younger and unless his own memories flawed him, he wasn’t his younger self.
Did I… take a kid’s body?
He asked himself, the underlying meanings not entirely registering in his brain.
The face on the mirror frowned, the sharp eyes uncharacteristic of a child.
After some time, Carter coursed his hand through his hair.
Closing his eyes, he finally realized the feeling stuck in his mind.
Though before he could think of it, a short and quiet gasp came out of the door out of the room, now wide open.
Standing there was a middle aged woman that Carter failed to see or sense before too late.
The reflection of the mirror wasn’t angled towards the door, thus only the gasp tipped him to her presence.
He turned his head with abrupt speed, looking straight at the woman.
The woman, a hand on her mouth, had an elegant bearing, a contrast to her watering eyes.
Only the quiet sound of the wind could be heard for a moment, the sunlight made by the curtains of the window dancing on the woman’s body, her eyes shining brighter and brighter.
Before Carter could register her features, her slim and long figure approached him faster than he had thought.
As she lowered her knees, a bear-hug followed.
The young boy, caught off guard, clenched his teeth, breathed heavily through his nose, his hands clenched and heavily trembling.
He exhaled and lowered the force he put on them, though, they still trembled as if they were made to.
His head was on the woman’s shoulder, his eyes looking ahead, with a slight frown.
After a bit more time, with Carter not replicating the hug, the woman ended it.
Still two hands on both sides of the young boy’s shoulder, she looked at him, a wide sunlight’s grin accompanying her face, warm enough to make the flowers bloom.
Her eyes were closed, the tiredness inside of them not hidden, the black spots under them obvious to the naked eye, but overshadowed entirely by the relief on her face which was illuminated, making her pastel of colours light and warm.
Carter’s eyes were focused on the woman’s closed eyes with the black marks under them, his face was dim, as the sunlight didn’t hit his body and face as much as the woman’s was.
He could only release his clenched fist as her mouth started to move.
A voice that could move even the coldest of hearts with the gentleness of a flower and the prettiest of tones came out her mouth, happier than ever.
“Good morning, my beautiful sunshine.”
Looking inside his own mind and his earlier thoughts, Carter felt utter and overwhelming disgust.