Crime and Punishment (Birth)

The world was dark, wet and warm, just as it had been for the last two months or so. He could feel his brother beside him, feel the widening of the womb as they grew and had learnt his mother?s voice. Still he felt a though change was coming, his dark, wet, haven becoming crowded as he and his brother grew, jolting each other as they moved limbs flailing as muscles developed. There was no perception of time here, just the beating of their mother?s heart pumping blood straight to their own. This instant however would bring with it a change, the walls of their home convulsing. Pushing against them before retracting just as suddenly.

Then as if only within the next heart beat his brother was being pushed away, he could feel the space his brother has occupied. Then it was his turn, the walls of his home pushing down upon him, sliding him inch by inch towards the unknown.

The outside world would hit him like a wall, cool air would blanket him. A warm tongue ran along him and he got his first lung full of the cool air, shocked, motionless for a moment. A wet nose pushed into his side, giving him some heat. He would find his voice then, a weak little whimper escaping him. Then he was being nudged forwards, tiny jaws gaping as he searched for food. His mouth closing upon his mother?s teat and suckling her sweet milk till his tiny belly was completely full. Then he would snuggle up to her belly sleeping taking him. It had been a busy day.