Twas a beautiful wish and a beautiful dream. Round with child I felt full and oddly attached to something, someone. My dreamer did not endure the pains of labor - I was apparently "unconscious" for that portion. But I was fully awake when they placed her in my arms. Her hair was curly and yet not. It was straight and cupped perfect porcelain face but had a slight curl to the ends. She was blonde, like me, but her hair was like a white sheet coated in heavenly gold. The most stunning feature of this tiny creature were her caramel eyes- like her father ( which I didn't know ). A wave of love and possessiveness overcame me. She was so beautiful and she was mine. With reluctance I had released her to my sister- I had to go. Ironically weak from labor I hobbled off. I was looking for work- something to support my beautiful girl. Oddly the majority of my friends didn't that I was no longer huge, but they were excited for me nonetheless. An unquenchable longing overcame me while adventuring. I wanted my baby girl and I would do anything to return to her. Twas a beautiful wish and a beautiful dream if only the longing had not persisted in my waking hours.
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Memiors From Beneath
Historical FictionThese are little bits of my life I chose to write like a story. They are some pieces from the darkest and lightest highlights of my experiences. Some may seem trivial to others or possibly beautiful. If you don't like them, sounds like a you problem.
