I was carrying him, such a delicate little bundle. Yet faceless, the stranger being me.

Stirred awake, dimmed lights from the toilet. Head’s on his chest and his hands wrapped around me.

A cramp would develop in a bit. But still, it feels too good to start moving about. In my secret hiding place, cherished and protected.  

Never alone again.

He smells nice; musky and warm. Then a little white tiger took over him. They then ganged up to take over me.

Trapped in the wild animals’ den.

He has yet to be fully tamed. Maybe I should let it be and get lost in the wilderness with him.

My secret hiding place, where I can come and go as I please.

Afraid of losing it?

Always.