Sunbeam Lair Halcyon

To little Blossom, the world had been cold for some time. She existed there, unwarmed, uncleaned, until teeth had seized her and moved her from the cold into the warmth.

She did not know it, but something in her body, in the bones and sinew of her blood, said sun.

She did not know when the name fell from her mother’s lips, when it fell upon her, but she threw her little legs out like a kitten stretching, and released a quiet meee!, not in protest or in anger, because she had never felt that, but in the simple pleasure of making sound.

Even if she couldn’t hear it!