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You curl into me in your sleep-dream state, little toes pushing my tummy on the outside just where you once pushed them from the inside. Your eyes flutter, fighting the drug-induced coma. You are so sweetly drunk on nursing.

I never believed it could be so euphoric to be your mother. To lay in bed and genuinely not want to hurry putting you down for a nap. You're snuggled in me and I'm snuggled in you underneath the mounds of down covers.

My son, there was never more beauty in my life.