Morningside Cuesta you have a good heart

come poke the dumpling!

Lavender rolled about as she had her first fitful sleep. Usually when she slept, she was comforted, she felt safe and warm, almost like she was in the womb again. Everything was dark and she didn't need to think of anything. But tonight she did not. This was because of a pebble that was under her stomach. It was poking her just the slightest bit, and she didn't know what to do. She didn't know what was wrong, so all she could do was roll about uncomfortable and hope somebody would help.