Arrggghhhhh!

I have a headache, I'm tired, and I'm whiney. Here's the piece of backstory that I'm working on turning into frontstory right now.

Anyway, Henry (who, don’t forget, is still really Abandoned Child) is slowly calcified inside the stomach of the whale. He feels first a briny crust between his toes and in the corners of his mouth. It gets harder each morning to rub the sleep out of his eyes, and his skin, which strangely didn’t prune and wrinkle inside the wet stomach of the whale, starts to feel rough and hard, sort of like the pits of the women fruit. The sounds of the whale when it communicates to other whales is sort of a lullaby that Abandoned Child can not only hear but feel down into the vibrations in his stomach, and so it’s not a totally frightening thing to be turning into stone. It somehow feels familiar and comforting.