Before light, the baby stirs under my skin. Love pulls me in, rubs his face in my hair, lays his arm across my bare-hill belly. The baby kicks, kicks me, kicks him: diode to diode to diode. Links in one early motion.
Don't steal. It hurts my feelings.
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Yes. Exactly. Communication between all of you, right there in touch.
We do this every morning it seems. When we are all starting to wake up. It makes it hard to want to wake up and start the day. Luckily, baby and I can sleep in a little longer once Pat leaves =)