Stone Circle heavy heart hitting under red light

The little ball of fluff had been peacefully asleep, to young to understand what a dream was. But perhaps his mind had taken him back to his only experience, that of the womb. He wasn’t sure what woke him, for his ears were to new to hear and his eyes remained firmly shut. But something had pulled him from his gentle slumber upon his parents warm chest. He wasn’t hungry, well he could eat, like most newborns he could always eat. But sadly this wasn’t the reason he had awoken.

Perturbed by the wakefulness The newly named Selamuit wiggles and squirmed, his own squeak unknowingly joining his sister’s.