Little Animal

I slunk into Liev’s room to nab the dirty laundry I forgot to pick up before I put him to sleep.  The light and my rummaging partially woke him. I heard tiny grunts and the crinkly rustling of the waterproof mattress pad.  I was transported to a different place.

His room became a grotto, filled with animal smells, heavy dark, and dampness. His crib was a cage, and he was a strange little zoo creature on display. The alien-animal feel of my son was so strong that it was simultaneously humorous and unnerving.  It is so easy to forget in our world of words, skyscrapers, and sidewalks we are still animals.

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