Lizzie's mind was bent upon escape. Even if said escape had to be achieved from a crib... And then there would be the door to open. A closed door, with a handle that seemed so high... Maybe if she pushed the toy chest and then climbed atop it?... If her muscles were strong enough, that was. And how would she break her fall from climbing over the crib's rim? Many questions about problems that were not even problems at all when she'd been an adult, not even a few hours ago! Now she was just a helpless toddler with no way to get out of her stupid crib. She pushed on the bars and rattled them but it did absolutely nothing. Her muscles were just too weak. And no way could she squeeze through the bars. Lizzie fell on butt, exhausted. She had only the small body of a baby, after all. At a loss, she then glanced around the crib. Her new world where she was stuck. There were the soft blankets and pillows and... toys. Quite a few. A lot, even. Dolls, plushies, a mobile over her head and a few big plastic ones. Actually, that brown teddy bear with a blue bow on its neck looked very tempting to touch... Yes, it seemed very, very soft... Lizzie touched it fur with her fingers. She giggled. Indeed, it really was soft! She pressed against the teddy bear, marveling in the wonderful sensation. It was so comfy and warm! What delightful sensations! She hugged the teddy bear, reveling in how nice it was. Then she kissed and pressed her cheeks to a white rabbit. The felt and faux fur and softness made her gather all the stuffed animals and snuggle and cuddle among them all, delighting in the incredible soothing feeling it procured her. How could she had made do without a collection of stuffed animals before? It was so soothing. So comforting. So enthralling...
Without realizing it, Lizzie fell fast asleep, her state of relaxation prompting her to suck her thumb, warm and safe under her blankets. So much that she had forgotten about her escape and the rescuing of her brother.