Her skin tingled; the warmth surrounded her, lifting her up. It made
everything go away, bringing to her a protective barrier, a mother's
essence. Nothing of her refused it, everything of her embraced it; needed,
wanted, begged for it.
The voice.
It pulled her deeper; the caresses of warm, sun like waves tumbled over her gently, washing the bad from her body. The warmth seemed to flow through her, penetrating her tattered soul.
The tiny voice.
The warmth promised relief. The warmth promised relief from within its depths. It promised to piece her together. It promised to make sense of her confusion. It promised answers.
That light, tiny voice. It floated to her, a breath of a whisper it was. It needed her, wanted her, begged for her. It pleaded, craved for her to come back.
The warmth vanished and it left her in empty space. It left her hollow from the inside out.
The voice.
It pulled her deeper; the caresses of warm, sun like waves tumbled over her gently, washing the bad from her body. The warmth seemed to flow through her, penetrating her tattered soul.
The tiny voice.
The warmth promised relief. The warmth promised relief from within its depths. It promised to piece her together. It promised to make sense of her confusion. It promised answers.
That light, tiny voice. It floated to her, a breath of a whisper it was. It needed her, wanted her, begged for her. It pleaded, craved for her to come back.
The warmth vanished and it left her in empty space. It left her hollow from the inside out.
