"Home"

The relationship between mother and newly-born son.

He still screams in the middle of the night. His eyes do not open and neither do hers as she trips in the black over toys and empty baby wipe containers. She feels around the crib for his pacifier out of habit but it only falls again from his contorted lips. When she scoops him and his thinning blanket into the arm not covering her yawn, he calms. In her bed, she lies on her back, he lies on his stomach on her stomach. He is curled up�"content�"gumming his tiny fist.

Author's Note

"Home" is one part of a series that I am writing on mothers. This is not the final draft. Sequencing and titles are bound to change. I would appreciate any feedback.