Phoebe
She had been scouting a place for the baby garden when she happened on the beautiful place she found herself now. It seemed more than a garden, more like a dream made real. Everything was so fragrant and soft, even the bramble pricks seemed hardly noticeable. Phoebe was lost to it, admiring lotuses and rose petals at every turn.
When had she gotten there again? It was but a passing thought as she roamed. Only when she splayed her hand against her abdomin did she begin to pull from the dream. It was flat, not rounded with child. A chill went down her spine. She really must be caught up in some dream! She was pregnant, her stomach distended not flattened!
She had to get out. With determination she pressed forward, looking for a path out of the garden instead of its delicate blooms.
When had she gotten there again? It was but a passing thought as she roamed. Only when she splayed her hand against her abdomin did she begin to pull from the dream. It was flat, not rounded with child. A chill went down her spine. She really must be caught up in some dream! She was pregnant, her stomach distended not flattened!
She had to get out. With determination she pressed forward, looking for a path out of the garden instead of its delicate blooms.
don't distract her
she's evolving
she's evolving
