A Gifted Thought Sitting in an Art Exhibition about Childbirth

You look like someone I loved. When I saw you, I thought of being bundled in blankets in an ACed room with a blistering summer day wasting away. Drifting to sleep was easy enough. The blankets smothered my consciousness. But I always wake up with my joints aching, and the air stolen from me, swirling about in some ethereal plane. You’re a luxury gone bad, and I had forgotten the bad.

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I'm writing a novel, but this is for my other projects. Thanks for reading!