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It wasn’t thoughts at first. It was just feelings, feelings that turned to memories. Things it now looked through. That long time of being warm, the vibrations in a pattern steady and slow around it. That was the longest feeling it remembered.
Then it remembered feeling shaken, moved in that warm place, the warmth starting to go… and a sharp chill and lights. Angry lights. Many loud noises it didn’t know and things starting to touch it that wasn’t the warmth it was used to.
Now it was less warm, a new feeling of dry, that comforting vibration was gone and sometimes there were lights and sometimes not…. It missed that warmth from its memory.
But it could take comfort, in its thoughts, thoughts that could feel familiarity. That through the reached out feeing with its thoughts it picked up…
Love.
It liked this feeling. Being loved through its thoughts…