Swiftcurrent Creek This is temporal, all we have is our temperament

This time. Reverie realized that she did not know if she could promise that this wouldn't happen again. She felt as if she might break apart at any moment like the snapping of something tightly-wound. Unsettled, she pushed the thought away. It could not happen again.
I don't know if something is wrong or not, She said forlornly, answering his question in a roundabout way. I just - started bleeding, and - it could be normal, or it could be abnormal, I don't know! Reverie started to cry again.
My mother almost died when she had me, She said quietly, plaintively. I'm afraid. It was not even death that she feared; it was the circumstances, the complete lack of dignity in all of this.