it all stops for a second and she wipes her face (it is unclear whether it is tears or sweat or else that made it wet) and she stops too
she wants to stop thinking she thinks as she hears a sharp whistling noise and there she goes again
she is on that bloody roller-coaster throwing her up and down tossing her body she falls through somethings dark and thick it is unpleasent and sticks to her skin she is cowered with this darkish strangeness it has a sweet smell and a soft touch but umh, what is it doing on her covering
she feels invisible the machine stops she is on a peak, trebling, doesnt dare to move, she is bound to fall, god, she thinks, WHY did i get on at the first place - but wheeee, there is goes again her hair is flying, someone grabs her hand
she awakes in pain, a pain of her dream, looks around, her baby sleeps in the cradle, coffee is being made, she hears the noises from the kitchen, a city murmurs somewhere far off, she rests her eyes on the chest of the baby, and falls back asleep.
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