[ WP ] You wake up as the five year old child you once were , but with a lifetime of experience and a determination to make things right .

My eyes opened to the see the sun shining through the window of my childhood room. My brain struggled to comprehend as it took in the sight of the toys on the hardwood floors, toys which I had not seen since childhood. 
 I looked around, frantic. What the hell had happened to me? 
 
 My hands were so small, so smooth. I slipped from under the heavy quilt on my (?! ) bed, and my feet hit the floor in footy pajamas, the feel and sound was unmistakable. 
 
 It was my room, alright. Everything instantly recognizable, but... larger than I'd last seen it. 
 I went to sleep an old man, enjoying my retirement, and now, young... from the pajamas and the toys, somewhere between five and six, probably. 
 
 I heard the familiar sounds of my parents in the kitchen, parents I said goodbye to years ago. Fear and wonderment of my situation gave way to a fierce longing to see them, and I bolted out of my room. I ran to the kitchen, and hugged my mother fiercely, my tears and sobs distracting her from preparing breakfast. My father had already left for work, she explained, after I calmed down. We ate breakfast together then, for the first time in 60 years. 
 

