The Little Prince is lost in space.
Feels like Christmas.
“If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it.” ¹
“My water broke.”
Abigail is anxious. “Let me out!” ²
The baby needs sleep. Sleep is done.
Three minutes, five.
Birth is natural.
145. 132. 123.
“Does it hurt yet?”
“We can make it hurt more.”
High blood pressure.
Where is the coffee?
Longing to hold you closer.
Mountains. Crying. Struggle.
Falling into rest. Surrender.
The next hill approaches.
The flesh is numb; the heart is heavy.
The end is close, but still so far.
2. Abigail didn’t explicitly say this, but her general demeanor made it quite clear; she is a dog, of course.