Status: Drabble: Nine
Nine
One.
For nine months we were inseparable. I was swimming, while you patiently waited for me to be done. Round and round I went, tumbling like clothes in a dryer. Unable to watch as I turned, kicked and slammed. Sometimes a nauseating downwards spiral, other times an uplifting blissful joy.
Nine months and a few days was all it took for me to be done baking. Introducing the pain, the agony and the sheer willpower to push through. Bright lights, strange faces and a touch familiar enough to calm me down. It took us a while, but here we finally were; a mother and her child.
Nine months and a few days was all it took for me to be done baking. Introducing the pain, the agony and the sheer willpower to push through. Bright lights, strange faces and a touch familiar enough to calm me down. It took us a while, but here we finally were; a mother and her child.