In a stupor, a moment of sobriety blossoms into something sharp.


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    One last shaky push—by someone else—leaves your skin damp and your body quivering.


    Your wee bosom burns in stuttering heaves between your whaa—s and bhaa—s.


    In a mere moment, a bundle of silky warmth wraps you around and you’re wiped dry by a gentle giant. A blot against a curtain in the mellow bright, that is the giant’s likeness to your closed eyes.


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    Your puckered face soon softens and a crowning hiccup rocks your body. You resist the sweet urge to cry again as another presence, a giant too, takes a gentler hold of you. Quick wave of a shush goes around and… you feel safe. Apparently, safe enough for that curtain to peel up''n down.


    You could’ve just rested, could’ve simply slept away your first day. Instead, your mind now buckles under the multitude of forms which your act begot. A layer of confusion, one you’d yet time to ease into, catches you off guard and your nerves aflame! Your eyes shut and hands squeeze, and well… You cry.


    A day does go by.