I cling to her.
So warm.
So wonderful.
I love mama.
The only thing left in the garbled slop of what used to be my brain is the immutable fact that I am hers.
Mama cares so much for me.
Mama holds me tight. Laughs her beautiful laugh. Loves me. And I love her back.
I laugh too.
I don't know what's so funny.
I just love her so much.
I curl up like an infant in her lap, her warm embrace enveloping me in a safety I hadn't felt for what seemed like eons.
















