The Wind Keeps Pushing Me
11-04-2015, 10:49 PM
The infant didn't have much of a concept of time or space, warmth or cold, discomfort or otherwise because for all that her under developed mind could process nothing had ever changed. It was warm and she was as content as instinct allowed her to be. All at once, things began to change, and perhaps in that instant she understood anger for the very first time. It got tighter and she was jostled against the other things. Her own little bubble which made up her entire world was compressed again and again until she fell forth in coldness, which was yet another first. Her world burst, she felt a chill air, yet without functional eyes or ears she could experience so little of it. The tiny creature mewled out her infantile rage, and began to crawl forth, seeking the warmth and comfort that had so recently been torn from her. What she found was soft and squishy, her tiny teeth knew to latch on and she began at once to nurse. Perhaps this world was not so bad... But seeing as all she could really comprehend was "warmth" and "food" she would withhold judgement until her tiny brain developed a bit further. "Talk" "You" Think |
Artemis' family members are always allowed in her threads!
