Lost Creek Hollow locus

The child knew nothing of his mother's tears or of what they meant.  One of the simplest wonders of being a baby was that he could take endlessly, giving nothing, and feel no guilt over it.  When he wanted something he cried until it was delivered or crying became wearisome.  

But there was one thing he provided, and that was closeness.  He did not like to be parted from the large warm and pressed himself towards it regularly, because when it was not there a loneliness entered his forming awareness.  The world was right when she was there, so as he wriggled between her paws, he began seeking a way to press into her however he might.