Hideaway Strath A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

His world had been safe and warm—easy. He wanted for nothing, he never felt hunger or pain, or any kind of discomfort. Soft rumbles soothed him from somewhere far away, making the constant darkness surrounding him seem cozy and secure. He had no plans to move from his spot ever, but that was not how the world worked—a lesson he would learn first this very day and continue to see proof of as he grew.

It started with a shifting around him. He was used to some kind of moving around him, but this was different. This shifting gradually turned into pressure all around him and the strange feeling of falling. He wriggled as much as was possible against his cocoon and became startled as he landed on something hard. He felt more pressure against his back and then suddenly he was freezing. A soft squeak moved from his tiny chest as he felt discomfort for the first time in his new life. He wriggled more as he was picked up and moved, but he stopped once he felt warmth again—this warmth seemed comfortingly familiar, and then his nose was filled with a rich scent. His velvety muzzle rooted around the warmth until he found the source. Something guided him to open his mouth and attach himself to the soft piece of flesh, and then his mouth filled with the warm, comforting liquid. He pulled it into his stomach until he could take in no more and then promptly fell asleep while still attached, no longer caring about the sudden change in his world. For now he felt safe and warm again.