Ankyra Sound a bruise upon the silent moon

tired phone post of marisol puptato

 

her world was a simple. it was warm, it was safe. even if she did not know or understand the feeling of safety. she was not alone either, she did know that. she only knew them as the others, she liked them. they moved in time with her, she stretched and found comfort in the feeling of them but it was becoming crowded as she and the others grew. then, there was another feeling. something different, something foreign. a push, a pull to.. where?

something was wrong, one of the others was missing. the dark girl could move more freely but this was not right, then it happened. she was pulled just like the missing other, she was now somewhere that was not warm and a strange feeling came as she opened her tiny lips. she did not know she was, in fact, making sound. a squeak, a tiny grunting sound to show the displeasure of this new world that was cold and wet. well, until a warm tongue licked along her little body.

that was nice.

then she was moved, woah, but it wasn't unpleasant. instead it was the opposite, her tiny nose wiggled as she was pressing against her mothers belly. she did not latch on at first, she pressed at the small being beside her and gave a soft puppy squeak. she had found the missing other! it was then she latches onto her mother's nipple and was greeted with the most wonderful taste. oh my. she ate greedily, only pausing when another other joined. pressing her nose to them before returning to her meal.

this was nice, was all she thought as she drifted off into a world of dreams. warm, safe, content.