Mother’s Poop

I love my bubble. Here it is warm and comfy. Being embraced by an abundance of love leaves me in awe. I’m unsure how I got here, but I wish to stay for the rest of my- Wait! Why are the walls closing in? What’s happening? Wait, no please! This is not happening. Why are things moving so much. I cant let this happen. Oh no! Stop closing in on me. Just moments ago your hug was without flaw, but now you flail at me as if you want me to abandon my home. Have I not entertained you for months with my dancing and acrobatics? What more do you want from me? How about I just defecate here instead? Mark it as my territor- 

What was that sound? Where did my liquid blanket go? Was there a spill? Am I being kicked out? I’m sorry, I would never pass a bowel movement here in this sacred place. Oh please, let me stay. Here, I’ll kick and spin some more. I’ll entertain you and dance to your hearts content, so please don’t make me go. This simply isn’t fair. Why must all good things come to an end? What am I to you. Am I just a worthless thing, only to be tossed aside and discarded? Do I have no meaning to you? Well then just toss me to the trash. I’ll take my leave and let you live your peaceful life as I follow the light above me. Take me now cruel world, that I may be born again into this light. Where does it lead? Who is there to greet me? What is this? Is this poop on my head? . . . *baby cries*