Her heartbeat is my world. My little tiny heartbeat thuds with hers as i grow; as i begin to think. I am happy here, I love her. This world that i exist in is my everything. I feel all that she feels and tastes what she tastes. I wish for her to be happy. I feel her sadness, I feel her stress. Before i know to wish i wish to change it. I want my world to feel as happy and relaxed as i do when her heartbeat is calm. I felt her darkness when it started it started to grow i think it changed it me. It made me angry and it made me feel weird. There are other with me i feel them sometimes, it's gotten tighter everyday. When the walls start to push at me I push back my irascible self not at all tolerant of my world trying to expel me. Surely i would die! Once i believe thing cannot get worse than my world kicking me out I get stuck. and not just a little stuck. I am incredibly stuck. I try to help her I swear but my front limbs are stuck at my side and back paws only swish around my own fluids. This was definitely worse, surely i would die now! Only i don't I am dropped and thrust into air cooler then i'm used to; but it's okay because something amazing has happened. My world has touched me! I know it's her i can just tell. I mewl and squeak and exclaim my love her. Only to be rudely tossed down with some other creature at her side. For a moment i bleat my unhappiness at her, well until i smell the milk. Once i do i am off. The other puppy is there already and i do my best to squish her down. My milk! All my milk! All my milk holes! Mine and not hers! I stretch my body as far as i can to block as many nipples from her, and any other leeches. They could find their own, she was mine. Once i drink my full and cuddle deeply into my worlds fur i’m content to drift off into the darkness swirling on the edges of my conscious. Even when something unknown nudges me i simply twist my head the other way. Until, that is, I am suddenly and forcefully removed from my worlds warmth. THIS IS THE STRESS! THIS IS THE STRESS! I squirm and squeal and cry for her; until the horribleness drops me again at her side. The horror. How have i not died yet? |