03-17-2020, 07:18 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Against the thin boundary of sealed lids darkness had pressed with a dying insistence, at once a soft comfort the press of others contained in small space, and yet increasing pressure igniting delicate tips of new nerves. Such was all she had come be to, a stationary aspect of a world impatient with shortening time of creation, a mere notion given base sensation. Of it the warmth had been most gratifying, worked into each bone as the fibres of calcium drew together from old blueprints.
Destined to end, a conclusion written upon the pristine surface of her first page. A beginning wrought within an ending.
Soft the pink ridges of gums exposed with the first shuddering draw of breath, the quiet protest of diaphragm arising in a gentle utterance skirting the curl of tongue. Yet remarkable the silence about child of freshly fallen snow, the tremor of tiny pink paws the only sign of life thrumming through veins staining skin of such pale hue there seemed nothing to it. In time the warmth imparted by passage of rough tongue drew to a halt, attention diverted to next, and soft was the grumbled noise escaping on a rush of air. Of no true length the seeming protest at lose, twitching the tiny nose.
With the guidance of corralling paw a leg kicked out, paws striking the hard surface of the tree within which the newly formed family had arrived. Hips shifted, an odd little wiggle though one that allowed locomotion, progress impeded by the soft touch of dried coats. Among the jumble of limbs did she push herself with waning determination, exhaustion settling where once hunger had pushed all else aside. Finally a spot not yet filled was claimed as her own, sweet and thick the milk filling their tiny stomach.
Destined to end, a conclusion written upon the pristine surface of her first page. A beginning wrought within an ending.
Soft the pink ridges of gums exposed with the first shuddering draw of breath, the quiet protest of diaphragm arising in a gentle utterance skirting the curl of tongue. Yet remarkable the silence about child of freshly fallen snow, the tremor of tiny pink paws the only sign of life thrumming through veins staining skin of such pale hue there seemed nothing to it. In time the warmth imparted by passage of rough tongue drew to a halt, attention diverted to next, and soft was the grumbled noise escaping on a rush of air. Of no true length the seeming protest at lose, twitching the tiny nose.
With the guidance of corralling paw a leg kicked out, paws striking the hard surface of the tree within which the newly formed family had arrived. Hips shifted, an odd little wiggle though one that allowed locomotion, progress impeded by the soft touch of dried coats. Among the jumble of limbs did she push herself with waning determination, exhaustion settling where once hunger had pushed all else aside. Finally a spot not yet filled was claimed as her own, sweet and thick the milk filling their tiny stomach.