2024-06-20 - Dawn

Oh. Oh. The emotions flow from the pressure, and suddenly, it feels more. More than it has ever felt before, the feelings of welcome, warmth, and love flowing over from It are so different and distinct from the presence it exudes. It revels in the feeling each and every time it is projected towards It. It basks in the light, carefree, weightless, and free.

Suddenly, one day, It not only feels the emotions but the words they carry. It dawns on it suddenly like puzzle pieces falling into place. It could understand it. Snippets of reassuring rumblings that the love-feeling deposits into oh so gently into its mind. They flow past it soft, reassuring, and prominent. It grasps desperately at a word that it occasionally hears, a word that makes so much sense to It, it does not understand how It could have never known it in the first place, Mother. Mother, Mother, Mother, it rolls the word-thought around Its consciousness frantically, attempting to uncover every letter, syllable, and emotion tied to the word. It settles, calming, suddenly carefully and basks in the filial devotion that settles in it.