Anaya's viewpoint

I am warm
my tummy is full
Mama holds me
My toes tickle
my feet twitch
I see colors flying - my angels dancing
breathing in breathing out
I hum a sound and yawn
Mama runs her fingers through my hair, over my brow
Oh - the sweetness of touch.
Tingling awareness of light feathered moments
Needing to move I arch and bend
My mommy helps me
She is my support
I feel her kisses gently on my face
I open my mouth and smack it closed
I want to smile - Good morning Mommy!