Stone Circle Love, mom

She was warm, and she was safe, cuddled beside her sole companion. Their hearts beat as one, in rhythm with the world all around them. A world flooded with love.

But lately, where she had once known only comfort, there were beginning to be pangs of something else. Their surroundings shrinking, and they would surge and twist, her preferred positioning would be disturbed by her ever-encroaching neighbor, deep muffled sounds would echo through them all. Woeful sounds.

She didn't have patience for much, and so during a particularly irritating moment, she decided, for the first time in her imminently approaching life, to take true action, to better her situation. She would find more space for herself.

The regret was instant. 

The one who had been beside her for all eternity, she couldn't feel him anymore. He was gone! She tried to turn back, to do anything, just to get back to him, but it was too late. She was on her own. 

A blast of cold, she fell limp on a cruel hard ground. She gasped and felt chilly empty air filling every inch of her, despair filling her just as quickly. The first breath she offered back to the world carried an anguished wail.

It was several lifetimes, and several wails, when finally someone came to her. The first touch… and she realized that the world came back. The world of love. Not the same as before, but strangely just as familiar. Her cries turned to eager whimpers as she struggled toward the touch, the cold soon banished as the world shepherded her into a wall of soft matter. 

And then he was there there, the other of the only two things she knew. She felt him join her, different but the same, and she nearly climbed over him in her effort to get close, so relieved she was. She had left him, but she found him, and she wouldn't let him go again. 

Warmth enveloped them, and muffled sounds as clear as they ever had been. Everything was here, back to the way it ought to be. There was her, and him, and the world.