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  • Can you imagine what it is like to be two months old?

    Bed time. Moses basket.
    Blanket tucked in around me tightly.

    I struggle and jiggle to get my arms free.
    I like to have my arms out, to move, in case something comes near me that I don’t like.
    I can ward them away with magic spells from the movement of my chubby fingers.

    I look up.
    I can see the white sides of my basket but not any further as it goes blurry.

    What is that?
    Pinky peach talons are coming towards me.
    This is why I need my hands and arms free.
    I wave my fingers and cast my safety spell.

    And then, as they creep into my basket, my heart calms down.
    The familiar smell of soap and skin.
    I recognise this.
    This is the lovely one.
    The one that feeds me,
    changes me,
    cuddles me,
    carries me
    and makes me smile.
    I don’t mind this one invading my space.

    I retract my spell, move in my arms and smile.
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