First, I realize I am blind. There is a milky film across my eyes when I've finally awaken. The leathery surface binding my body is slick with a yolk-like substance which smelled sour combined with a honey residue as an aftertaste. It took several more minutes, heaving it from my stomach, blowing it from my nostrils, and now, the lingering phlegm in my mouth, stubborn as I try to spit. I couldn't get it from my eyes. This terrible feeling and texture coating my sight, irritating the backs of my lids like a dry and tattered cloth-quite irritating, that.

I rose unsteadily and blinked, trying my best to use this new body to steady myself. A slight queasiness returned, but only erupted in dry heaves. My stomach was empty and my throat raw and sore, yet I felt full from this now broken egg. First of the newborns it seemed, the other larva still not quite ready. I thought the sickly feeling was returning, but instead a burning desire to suckle stood in its place.

[approx 35hr | pencil concept sketches | Painter]