Insanity
Anne took her baby into her arms and laughed delightedly. The child babbled at her and reached out a small, delicate hand to wrap it around Anne's finger. The skin was so soft and Anne examined each tiny digit curled into a small fist. She gazed at her baby's face, taking in the soft fuzz of hair downing his head and the gorgeous, liquid blue eyes. Settling back on her bed Anne held her child and sang softly to it until it drifted into a peaceful sleep. Smiling she kissed the baby.
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Outside of the cell Anne's carers shook their heads as they watched her coo quietly over a bundle of empty blankets.