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"What can I do to change?" she queried. "How can I make this all right?"

His breath was rough and labored on the other end, but no voice cracked the near silence.

"Please say something? Jason, please?"

"Just... stop for one minute. Ok? I don't know how to answer you, Sarah. Give me time to figure myself out first."

"You know I can't. Your silence forces me to believe there's something wrong, then I worry that it might be irreversible."

Sarah's jaw began to tighten at the corners and her throat began to ache with the effort of resisting tears. She held beck the flood as long as she could and then she let the walls come crashing down.

She took a last heavy breath to hide the raging storm and said as calmly as possible, "Jason, I have to go."

She hung up and, now, did not think twice about crying. She sobbed into the couch cushions and tried to shrink. Pulling her legs as close to her body as she could, she tried, in vain, to disappear into her own womb since her mother was so far away and could not talk her out of this childish display. She could do it on her own; all she had to do was try harder. She hunched over, trying to curve into a perfect ball, and pulled a blanket over herself.

Her makeshift cave was warm and safe. Far away from Jason and his silence, she was secluded in her own little world with only her pulse in her ears. Stray hair stuck to her teary cheeks, but she hardly noticed as she tumbled around inside herself.

Dark, red, turbulent, but safe. Warm and comforted by the thought of her original home; her home before life. Before sight, touch, hurt, smell, taste, tears, and people. Just the sound of her heartbeat, soft in her head. She drifted in a sea of carefree nothingness until she became stunningly dissatisfied. Why had she tired of that fertile sea? How could she have thought that anything could be as beautiful as this fantastic nothing? She kicked and pushed her way to the light, only to find that it was far from what she had expected. She began screaming, but it sounded like another being; not her own voice. It was too deep for a creature of her size. Too much like a woman's.

Sarah awoke to the sound of her own strangled cries. Her face was drenched with tears from some unknown source and she was tangled in her blanket. Why can't I move my head? She reached up a hand and felt another hand already on her head. Jason's hand keeping her from suffocating herself in her fantasy of a uterine sea. She relaxed her tensing muscles, fell, exhausted, into his welcoming form, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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"What can I do to change?" she queried. "How can I make this all right?"

His breath was rough and labored on the other end, but no voice cracked the near silence.

"Please say something? Jason, please?"

"Just... stop for one minute. Ok? I don't know how to answer you, Sarah. Give me time to figure myself out first."

"You know I can't. Your silence forces me to believe there's something wrong, then I worry that it might be irreversible."

Sarah's jaw began to tighten at the corners and her throat began to ache with the effort of resisting tears. She held beck the flood as long as she could and then she let the walls come crashing down.

She took a last heavy breath to hide the raging storm and said as calmly as possible, "Jason, I have to go."

She hung up and, now, did not think twice about crying. She sobbed into the couch cushions and tried to shrink. Pulling her legs as close to her body as she could, she tried, in vain, to disappear into her own womb since her mother was so far away and could not talk her out of this childish display. She could do it on her own; all she had to do was try harder. She hunched over, trying to curve into a perfect ball, and pulled a blanket over herself.

Her makeshift cave was warm and safe. Far away from Jason and his silence, she was secluded in her own little world with only her pulse in her ears. Stray hair stuck to her teary cheeks, but she hardly noticed as she tumbled around inside herself.

Dark, red, turbulent, but safe. Warm and comforted by the thought of her original home; her home before life. Before sight, touch, hurt, smell, taste, tears, and people. Just the sound of her heartbeat, soft in her head. She drifted in a sea of carefree nothingness until she became stunningly dissatisfied. Why had she tired of that fertile sea? How could she have thought that anything could be as beautiful as this fantastic nothing? She kicked and pushed her way to the light, only to find that it was far from what she had expected. She began screaming, but it sounded like another being; not her own voice. It was too deep for a creature of her size. Too much like a woman's.

Sarah awoke to the sound of her own strangled cries. Her face was drenched with tears from some unknown source and she was tangled in her blanket. Why can't I move my head? She reached up a hand and felt another hand already on her head. Jason's hand keeping her from suffocating herself in her fantasy of a uterine sea. She relaxed her tensing muscles, fell, exhausted, into his welcoming form, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.