One thousand, five hundred and eighty-two hours - give or take a few minutes. She had waited that long, so it was of utmost importance to be certain of the exact waiting period. Seven hundred and sixty hours after her existence was formed, she became her mother's little girl; two hundred hours later and her heart began to beat in time with her mother's and brother's, a rhythmic little drum announcing her success; some four hundred hours, again, and she was kicking and squirming. She wanted out, and yet, time was seemingly an endless endeavor trapped inside the confines of such a small universe. Things were cramped, after all. Things were getting uncomfortable, particularly with the walls closing in. One thousand, five hundred and eighty-three hours. Things were less cramped but rougher, much rougher. The space wanted her out, and she had no particular objections to that.

Inside, it had been lingering around some one hundred and one degrees Fahrenheit; outside, not so much. In the external world, the sudden shift in temperature was but a sudden slap against her wet, sleek body - she sucked the air in, newly discovered oxygen and nitrogen that ignited a fierce cry from her tiny chest. It was too different! Too changed! Unsatisfactory temperatures and an uncomfortable feeling that made her kick out with each forced breath. It was not even conscience, an instinctive act that caught her tiny mind off guard. Compared to the plushness of internal organs and an easy lifestyle of weightlessness - the ground was hard, gritty and even more so unsatisfactory for her liking. Gravity, too, was a hardly enjoyable fact to endure. It weighed her down as she struggled against her mother's tongue - she wanted warmth! Though the air around her was slowly settling to a more comfortable climate, she was unhappy. Her voice was surely cutting the air enough for everybody to hear.

Eventually, though, she got what she desired. Her mother finally relinquished her to her warm undersides, an area of bare flesh that radiated with warmth and sustenance. Already, she had become hungry. The world was strange, cold and unforgiving and her little body desired something to give her comfort and strength. Everything she needed was right there - and for now, she would quietly deal with all the awful inconsistencies she had been thrown into. After all, she had wanted out of that cramped little universe.