2024-06-14 - Confined

Sensations are shared. Mother kneads with a contented sleepiness into sand, and it is gritty. It flows in between Her fingers, but its fine grains still collect under Her nails. What was just an all-encompassing warmth is warm ground the Egg sits in, settled upright in a cozy divot. Mothers sighs and inhales become Known, but most of all...

There slips and slurps into awareness an idea; a new physical element to be explored. It leaks in like runny yolk. The Egg does not have fingers or toes like Mother, not yet. There is something only briefly alarming about the physical and how grounding that is until Caramel comes to understand the position of its potential companions. They are still within reach, if not more-so than before. That is a necessary comfort that allows Caramel to explore what it feels. There is no caution in the first stretch, only enchantment. There quickly comes the frustrating realization however, that the Egg's movements are very limited.

Old tantrums return, Caramel's temper bubbles. To be restrained so!

Patience. It had to summon patience...no! Unfair!

Mother may not Understand, but she would certainly know a fussy kind of Discontent.