I'm giving birth. It hurts, not too much though. Easy.

I'm having breakfast with my brother. He asks me if it hurt, I tell him that it didn't, not too much. Then I'm off to breastfeed.

The baby is tiny. Bel wrapped it in a blanket and left it on a chair while I slept. I unwrap him. He's all folded over, like he's been forced into that position, but when I pick him up he starts to get well again.

He looks up at me, and I can see he's hungry. He wants to feed.

I open my robe, and there are crusts of blood on my nipples. I scratch them up, but when I look at the baby again, it's turned into a plastic doll.

I broke it! I pick him up, put a finger to his mouth, and he starts sucking. Little by little he turns into a baby again, although it's still tiny.

I put him to my breast and he starts feeding. No blood.

I sit on a long hall, feeding my baby.

Then I'm in a pool, swimming with my baby. He's older now. He has Bel's eyes.

The pool is full of shiny fish...