APHRODISIA
My stomach aches so bad.
I cradle my bump and whisper to it, looking down. “ Mummy is tired, please, baby. Give me a break”
I try to get up but fail . In a moment of miscalculation, I grab the tissue rack and try to raise myself , only to have the rack ripped clean off the wall. I panic as I try to steady myself but it’s too late, my body descends downwards in what looks like a tragic fall. My first instinct is to grab my belly and close my eyes tightly waiting for the fall. Only, it never happens.
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