Here I am in a solitary space – womblike, serene, sedate, quiet, and at calm.
Let me ask you, is there any better way to pay homage to your mother than to try to replicate the conditions in which you came to be? I certainly don’t think so, so sometimes I just like to climb under the covers where it’s warm and dark and nice.
Yup, this is me, after a little help from my friends. As I recall, I stayed like this for about an hour and a half before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.
I suppose if I could have seen through the towel I’d have had a womb with a view.
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