:3 Okay,Here's Chapter Three!
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This burning it's become stronger. I'm becoming thirstier. I no longer felt like it was something I could ignore. It needed it to be quenched. Didn't She understand that? Didn't She know that I was needing more? If She did, wouldn't She help me? She loved me, and would give me anything. This I knew. She must not have known. I had to tell her but how?
I curled one of my hands. It seemed larger than before. In fact, my entire body did. Or perhaps my warm, safe world was shrinking? Would it continue to shrink, until swallowing me altogether? If so, where would I go then? Back to the black of nonexistence? To another, more fascinating world? Would I find Her there? The idea of finding Her made me feel giddy once more. I did so wish to reach out and touch Her. Show her my hands, how well I could use them, how splendid they were.
I knew She would be proud of them. She loved me. I curled my fingers again, practicing how I would do it when I would meet her. They felt stronger. As though I could do more than just curl them. Carefully, I brought them in tighter, and my wide hand became rounder, taking on a new shape as my fingers continued to curl. Yes, I had made another discovery , had another experience. With the hand's twin, I did the same thing.
Oh, how proud She would be! I wondered if She had hands as well. I hoped so. Would they be as warm as this world she had created for me? I very much wished to touch her world-warm hands, to curl my fingers around hers. I would touch Her.
I wished to practice touching Her. I would touch the walls of my world. But how would I do that?
My hands were small, and not nearly long enough to reach the walls. A new emotion flooded through me. It was sad. Dismay. I did not want to disappoint Her. I simply could not. Not after all that She had done for me. I had to have a way to touch Her. Didn't I? I remembered my top-limbs. Could I move them? I had to try. I could not let Her down. I concentrated very hard, willing the lop-limb into motion. It did as I wished. Oh, joyousness!
The hand reached out, with the help of my top-limb, and gently stroked the warm, soft walls. I realized that they were┘alive. Was this normal? Were they supposed to live, just as I did?
Once more, I remembered that I did not know what normal was. I stroked them again, this time slightly harder, experiencing.
Yes, another experience I had accomplished. With my other top-arm, I reached out, and touched the walls again. I wanted to touch Her with both hands. I needed to practice with both. And then, to my amazement, something curious happened.
The walls moved suddenly against me. The movement was not threatening or dangerous. Instead, I had the feeling that it was almost a caressing motion.
A motion powered by Love. She was showing me that She loved me. I would call this exchange of feeling Love-nudges. And as I continued to softly touch the walls, a new thought occurred to me. She was on the other side of these walls. Her walls. Yes, I was inside of Her, wasn't I? And I was touching Her with my hands. And she was touching me with hers. The thought warmed me. But I wanted to be outside of Her, of this world she had created to protect me.
I wanted to touch Her hand with mine, without the living walls. I promised to Her and myself that I would find a way to do this. But for now, I was tired. I had made many great discoveries. My need for learning was becoming more and more satisfied, but I knew that there was so much more I could know, could experience. I would do that later, though. For the time being, I let the soothing, healing darkness take me.
Third Resting