It is 3am, still pitch-black outside. Feeling a growling stomach, she tip-toes into the kitchen, makes a piece of toast, and warms up a cup of milk. As she sits down to take her first sip, she pauses.
The big belly is gone.
The baby is gone.
What is the point of this?
She puts the cup down, turns around and climbs to bed. In there, she curls up, in pain, eyes wide open….
Journey in the Woods 
I have been thinking of you and while saddened by your boundless, exhausting grief I am always grateful for the opportunity to connect with you in writing. Sending love and wishes for gentle sleep and sweeter dreams, my friend.
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Thank you! I have received your heart warming thoughts!
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Some days are just like a bad dream aren’t they? 😦 Big Hugs. That stomach still holds so much precious loves, no matter how big or small it is. ❤
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