The Cookie Lady.

Sometimes I hate the memories returning.
Sometimes I am glad the memories return.
Sometimes I am distant.
Sometimes confused.
Now, Just going a bit crazy.
Well the crazy train left a long time ago.  Probably soon after i was born and I was already sucking on my dad's dick.
The memory is a lady holding a plate of cookies.
I think they are chocolate chip cookies.
She is smiling and offering a cookie to me.  Others already have a cookie.  
Mostly everything is a blur.  I know other kids are here.  I can see the plate and cookies pretty clear.
I can tell she is smiling while offing me the cookie.   But her face is mostly blurry.
I am very little.  A small child.  
The room is busy with people.  
The body memories tell me that sex is in the air.
The body memories tell me more than the brain memories.
At some point the cookie lady and me were sexy together.
My brain don't share.  But the body says so.
I have asked for this memory.  I know a little has it.  Holding it from the rest.  Keeping us safe for all these years.  How can the cookie lady do this?
She has cookies.  Yummy cookies.  
How come we sex?
I am so little.  really little.  
Be brave and ask sissy.
She don't always answer or changes the topic.  
Be brave.  It is so hard to do.  I am scared always scared.  Big monsters come.  Is the cookie lady one of the monsters?
The body says yes.
The brain, the little ain't sharing no more.  Not yet anyway.
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