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Kaitlyn had been increasingly aware of the fact that her world seemed to be shrinking.
Most of the time her room was a peaceful place, perfect for sleeping or playing quietly as she basked in the warm red light that often surrounded her. Occasionally the distant sound of voices could be heard, overriding the regular ‘thump, thump, thump’ that seemed almost to come from the very core of her being.
After a sleep she would stretch her arms and legs as much as she could in the limited space available. Sometimes she would scrunch herself up into a tight little ball, hugging her knees to her chest, as the walls seemed to press in upon her.
She was awakened one day by a strange prodding through the wall. The muffled voices were louder and sounded harsh. The familiar one was most noticeable, and the gentle, loving tones she was used too were not heard.
Suddenly, the walls of her room squeezed tightly around her, pushing, pushing.
Kaitlyn pushed back, kicking with her legs and trying to push the walls back with her hands.
For a long time after that Kaitlyn felt like she was in a nightmare. The walls pushed and squeezed her, forcing her into a narrow tunnel. Kaitlyn fought back until she was exhausted, but it was no use. The inexorable pushing continued, on and on.
Finally, just as Kaitlyn thought she could not bear it any longer, she felt her head burst through an opening. Her body was squeezed once more, and then it too was pushed out into a blindingly bright, painfully noisy and freezing cold place.
Kaitlyn felt something poke around in her mouth and then a burning rippled through her lungs as the ice-cold air filled them for the first time. A wailing sound filled her ears, and Kaitlyn realized, with an odd sense of power, that it was coming from her. Large hands lifted her and laid her on another warm body.
Kaitlyn allowed her eyes to open a crack. As they adjusted to the bright light, she heard a voice speaking gently. It was the same familiar voice she had been hearing for as long as she could remember, and yet it was different also. It was no longer muffled and distant, but was clear and unhindered by the now absent ‘thump, thump, thump’.
That lovely voice whispered gently as a large finger stroked her cheek.
“Oh! You’re so beautiful. Hello, Kaitlyn. I’m your Mother.”
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