She closes her eyes and slips into slumber but at the stroke of midnight, wakes. The darkness surrounds her, making her claustrophobic. She feels trapped. She closes her eyes to keep the darkness out, but that just brings it closer, into her. She sets it aside, makes it part of her, and yet apart from her.
She watches over it, nourishes it, makes it grow...
She watches and waits. Somewhere inside her there's a stirring. Something fighting free.
She lets go... and it is born.
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