Apparently Trixie had put your little bed under her wagon's window, because the warming glow of dawn against your face is the first thing you feel the next morning. You release the empty bottle you had been suckling on from your mouth and yawn, feeling just a little stiff from being curled up all night. You let the milk bottle tumble from your belly and onto the ground. You'd pick it up but you feel far too tired to put in the effort.
"Tixie! Ahm ahp tixie!" You feel like your mouth is full of spittle and your tongue is swollen, "Tixie? Tiiiixie!"
You cry out to Trixie, though you're not even sure why you think to call for her first. It's almost like you need her now. You her a stirring nearby. A pile of sheets shifts and your "mama" Trixie pokes her head out from underneath it. She regards you with a smile and walks over to you as she brushes the crumbs from her eyes. Her face is groggy, but she's happy just to see you.
"Aw, good morning sugardumpling. Did you sleep well?"
"Ah can..can't tak gewd." You know what you want to say, but your soft little mouth just won't cooperate with your mind.
Trixie giggles, and gives you a playful poke on the belly, "You're just a foal! You don't have to talk, Trixie will do all the talking for you."
"But, but ah.." Trixie cuts you off but shoving her face into your belly and blowing a raspberry. The ticklish feeling is too much for you to handle, "Eeeeeheee hee! Stahb! Stahbid! It teekahls! Staahahahaha! Tixie stahb!"
Finally Trixie releases her hold on your belly and instead plants her lips on your forehead. Her kiss seems to calm you down and soothe your mind.
"Trixie loves her little boo, you know that?" She says. You nod proudly in response.
"Is Trixie's angel hungry from all that diaper filling she did last night?"
You know, you didn't think of it up until now but you are strangely hungry. You could definitely go for something to eat right now, "Yah, ahm hungy. Ah! Ah!"
You point at your own mouth and Trixie laughs at your childish display, "Well snookums, if you want something to eat we could go right now. Wanna go with mama to the store? We'll get you some num-nums for your tum-tum!"
You smile, and stand up off your snuggly little bed. But, your legs are unusually wobbly. You buckle and fall back down. Your inability to stand makes you very upset. In fact, you feel like you're going to cry and you would have too. But your mama was there for you the moment you looked upset she was around you in a comforting hug.
"Aw, poor darling. Is Trixie's baby too tired to walk? It's okay! Okay! You're gonna stay here and Mama's gonna get you some delicious num-nums. Shh. Shh..."
She manages to calm you again. A little doll levitates over to you from a chest in the corner. Aw, it's a smarty pants doll! You had one of these when you were a kid! You snuggle it and fall back onto your warm pile of pillows to relax. What cares could you have? Trixie is taking care of everything. Your lovely mama gave you one more peck and left to fetch you some breakfast. Once alone, you fall into a peaceful sleep.
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