Second childhood (infantilism)

I took a sip from a cup of coffee and buried myself in the computer again. The clock showed 22:03. After 12 hours in the office, the head was no longer as clear as in the morning. And the work was still full - it was necessary to prepare for tomorrow's presentation.

12-hour working days have become the norm for me lately. The company grew by leaps and bounds and for me, the vice president of marketing, it meant only one thing - more work. I have always loved my work, but there is a limit to everything.

Began to accumulate chronic tired. Not to mention the new unpleasant responsibilities associated with my new position: to make friends with influential people, bribe officials, go on business trips to developing countries with their poverty, street crime and tropical diseases, etc.

Paid well. I had everything I dreamed of as a child - a cottage in an elite village, a fancy BMW of five, a bright yellow Ducati and other adult toys. Could afford to go on vacation to one of the world-class resorts ... Provided that this vacation I ever appear.

“Well, what for her, such a job,” I thought, leaning back in my chair, “I wish I could go back to my childhood. Even in what I had: poor, detdomovskoe. The main thing is no responsibility, no obligations. ”

A new window has unexpectedly opened on the computer screen. “What kind of glitches? - I was surprised, - Probably some kind of virus. Where is our automation department looking? ”Meanwhile, letters began to appear quickly on a white background. The reading made me a little shock.

“So you wanted to childhood? - was visible on the screen, - I can help "

"I wonder what kind of m ... eccentric is typing?" - I thought.

“What are you calling? - appeared on the screen, - By the way, I did not officially introduce myself. You can call me a fairy "

“It looks like it was recycled,” I sighed to myself, “Or I drank some coffee. Some glitches

I clicked the mouse to close the window, but it also appeared on the screen in the same place.

“Thought of getting rid of me?” - A new line was visible on a white background, - No it is not a virus. Fairy me, fairy. This. ”

And what do you want from me? ”- I thought.

"What I want? - appeared on the screen - Help you

I reached for the keyboard to type the answer, but letters began to appear again on the screen.

“No need to print anything. Have you still not understood that I can read your thoughts? ”

I stared at the screen numbly. “Devilry some. Or a very tricky joke. The intrigues of the special services ... “I had a mess in my head.

“So you want to go back to childhood or not?” - appeared on the screen - Come on, decide faster. When will you have such a chance? ”

“Suppose you would not refuse,” I thought.

“You are such a cautious people, managers,” a new line appeared, “Yes or no?”

- Yes! - I said irritably - this time out loud, - Who does not want to return to childhood.

The mysterious "fairy" began to get me. And so time is running out and a mountain of work. And then some idle talk on the network with an unknown hacker.

“Noticed,” appeared on the screen, “Come on, throw your presentation and go home. From tomorrow you will not have to worry about meetings and presentations. ”

It was the first practical advice for all the time of my communication with the "fairy". To continue working in my state was useless. I decided to come to the office tomorrow early and with a fresh mind to sketch at least the beginning of the presentation. Then of course you have to improvise. How can I get out - not the first time. I reached for the mouse to close the mysterious window, but the text began to appear again.

“I completely forgot,” I read. “Don't tell anyone about our conversation. Well, when you become a child, you simply can not tell anyone about your situation. :) I'll take care of it. ”

I closed the window - this time finally.“To whom will I tell this nonsense? - I smiled, turning off the computer, - to a psychiatrist in the district clinic? ”It would be possible to tell a friend for fun if she hadn’t quarreled last week.

I went down to the underground garage and got into the car. All my way home, my thoughts were spinning around the mysterious "fairy". Having finally reached the house, I quickly ate dinner in the refrigerator and immediately fell asleep. I was so tired that in less than a couple of minutes I was cut off.

My dreams that night were rather strange. Of course, she dreamed of a mysterious fairy. Suddenly, emerging from a bright flash next to my bed, she turned me into a two-year-old kid with a wave of a magic wand. After that, the fairy took me to an incomprehensible hospital-like institution in my car and just left it there.

When I woke up, I immediately felt that something was wrong. At first, the whole body seemed alien, and secondly, unfamiliar voices were heard nearby. “Where do strangers come from my house?” I thought with surprise and opened my eyes. Then I was waiting for another surprise - in the form of a strange metal lattice looming right in front of my nose.

“Where am I?” - the first thought flashed through in panic.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. The lattice has not disappeared anywhere. “Probably, people go crazy,” I thought with horror, “A fictional reality appears, indistinguishable from the real.” I had a healthy mind all my life, I did not abuse alcohol and did not indulge in hallucinogens. The only explanation was overwork at work. First this “fairy”, now the grids and voices. Strange, but the events mysteriously docked. “Fairy” promised to turn me into a child and now I was lying - well, of course - in a crib with bars.

"So, if you think logically ..." - I caught my breath. I pulled my hand out from under the blanket to touch one of the bars of the lattice. It was really a tiny baby cam. The second hand was the same - a small pen of a two-year-old child. I remembered a recent dream in which the fairy turned me into a two-year-old baby. “Maybe it was not a dream?” I thought in confusion.

My rational brain still refused to accept the new reality, but fear gradually gave way to a strange interest. “Cool,” I thought, “I wonder what will happen next.” I looked around. The room was made the same as me, cribs, in which the toddlers were sleeping peacefully.

Not far from my bed were two young girls in white coats and quietly discussing something. In appearance, both were no more than twenty. I listened with interest to their conversation.

- Listen, Masha, what do you think about the night foundling? - Suddenly asked one of the girls - So suspicious. There is absolutely nothing in the reception magazine. There are no names, no records of relatives ...

“You know, Irish, this also put me on my guard,” agreed Masha, “Only the name and date of birth.” So usually in our "Baby House" throw up newborns, and this 22 months. I do not know why his parents refused him. It looks absolutely healthy baby. People have been standing in line for adoption for years, but they are abandoning normal children.

“Baby home?” I thought in disappointment. It seems that my second childhood began in exactly the same way as the first, orphanage. It was a little insulting - an all-powerful fairy could arrange me to another place.

- Different circumstances in life happen, - said Ira, - Single mother. Probably could not contain a child financially.

- Yeah, sure, - Masha chuckled, - Girls from the night shift told me a little about her. She arrived at the new Boomer. Mad some. Appeared in a strange ...