maybe you could stay [pregnancy blog] just one more little day

May 17, 2014 - 10:43pm — littlesinner

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Total darkness is all it knows. And for a long while it’s sure that is all there is to life. Sound comes in waves, sometimes loud and sometimes barely a whisper. Voices. Voices that murmur, chat, sometimes they yell. Sometimes everything seems to be in motion, and sometimes it is still.

One day it brushes past another, a different warm body, and it realizes it was never alone to begin with.

This day, it realizes it has a body beyond a sentience. A body that itches in its core.

Steady slow growth; Gently swayed to a hearts rhythmic lullabye. Beats that echo within the void. A sleeping conciousness which knows nothing but the faint but sensation of life within and the warm embrace between bodies.

Suspended in oblivion; warm and wet. Enclosed by movement, yet surrounded by a void. It feels no joy, no familiarity; it feels naught but a heartbeat and the unmistakable sensation of life. Its days are blurred, its tasks meaningless. Merely an incessant movement, a restlessness, a swaying of the sanctuary which enfolds it. The jolting, the closeness, the touch of beings of the same—that is what it knows.

the parents

Give me one good reason baby why I'd leave

Why I'd leave you here

Til then I will float in silence gingerly

Consuming energy

Maybe you could stay, just one more little day

This time it would be nice if you could fight back

"What is it?" he asks, turning his head to meet Alice's eyes behind her bony mask. The perked up ears would listen to her every word, and in the end he was left speechless. His eyes would enlarge, and the stare was like glue on her golden orbs that shined in her mask's eyesockets. There was no lie in those eyes, and as the petite doe on his back snuggled into his fur, his own head would drop down with an audible thud. The deep, intense breathing of the bull created a vortex right before his head that was now laying on the ground.

"... Children..?" The used voice was a mere rumbling whisper that would soon be caught by the passing wind.

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