MORNING RITUALS

3PTG She lay there in a deep blue sea. The goddess of life hovering over her, shield of her belly strength in hand. The source of all power hung over her, in the air, in the curtains, hugging the walls. She knew they felt terror at her dreams. Spectral images capsized her journeying. Nothing was more real than the reflection on the glass. The sweat rolled down the panes and hugged her cheek with coolness. Her reflection was the wild eyed wonder of forever. She knew it would only take an instant for her to slip under, to yell GODSPEED and make their lives richer than they had ever known before. But alas she knew their lives would be nothing without her and hers nothing without them. She watched them curiously as they struggled for something to say, something to do. But they had nothing to offer, they waited for her to draw the next breath.  
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