Caricature of intimacy

The cinnamon babe could  describe falling asleep as like being caught in a carousel of thoughts. Every idea, notion and event from her day would replay in her mind, demanding analysis before she could be allowed to sleep. However after the sever pains of labour she went through, after the hours of exhaustation she suffered she could not think anymore, she could not feel much around her of even see or hear. The voices and figures were drifting in and out of her conscience. Fiery optics managed to gaze upon the three devil chops that were released from her sinful womb upon the world; all of the were equally beautiful and from the moment the babe locked her lenses on them she instantly felt a sensation of adoration toward them. They were hers and she was them. They belonged together like yin and yang, sun and rain; there could not be one without another and yet she was not one of these mortals that had a hole in their hearts that could only be filled by spawns. No. She vowed to still take care of her own business however, for now, they were her priority and she was sure the same was for Hannibal. They will have their paws full. She felt the blackness come over her just as Hannibal finished to name the runt of the litter. Like a blanket, but not a blanket of warmth but a blanket of coldness making her shiver. But somehow it's making her eyes feel heavier and heavier. She finally close her eyes finally sending her into a dreamless sleep.

exitus via sleep