Moonspear dreamless, uninvaded sleep

Squirmy potato pear thread is a go!

 

✴        The warmth here was different from the warmth before. It seemed more potent. There was a band of undulating ever-present blackness that the newborn could not see; he felt it shift, but like the void from whence he came, he could not tell how often. There were other disturbances which the shapeless one was only aware of in the vaguest of senses - he could not see his siblings, he could not hear them as they murmured in their sleep or when they gorged themselves on their mother's milk - yet he knew they were there, as he had known he had not been alone before. The boy's sense of taste was something new and incongruent, and perhaps this is what stopped him from slumbering so readily like the others. He was filled with a great and unending need to eat, but this was a process he had yet to master, being merely hours old. He had glut himself upon the darkness before - when he had felt the world end - and since then the hunger only grew, and the boy knew not what to do about it.