Heron Lake Plateau sleeping children are still flying

The world had been just fine, she had been content with things only being the sister of her womb-mates and of course, all the atoms and molecules that came together. Blissfully unaware of all that had been and all that would come to be, Phoebe had nary a care in the world.

Until her world was turned upside down, and inside out. The unseen reaction she made was timely to the chaos around her and in what seemed a quick amount of time, things were exceptionally more roomy, and lonely. But soon, that changed too, and by all accounts to be forgotten it was violent in comparison to the first thoughts she had ever had.

The world became much larger and colder, though she had not the words to describe her expulsion into it. She protested this but it fell on deaf ears figuratively and literally but her running mouth found something to hush her temporarily. Then it wasn't so bad really, a new experience less scary than simply surviving being born. Contentness flooded her swiftly and she thought less of what had been and what was to come.