For Harper

She let out a cry and was whisked away by someone wearing white, from head to toe. Everyone smiled, and hugged or shook hands.

She lay in a basket, a soft shawl keeping her warm. The air was pure. The light was bright. There was no sound. She thought she would like it here. It was peaceful.

It didn’t take long before she was being handled again. Her arms and legs were being pushed into small spaces. Something was put into her mouth to make her breath easier. Voices got louder. Doors opened and closed.

Finally, she was put into someone’s arms. She could feel the warmth of breath on her face. The warmth of skin against her skin. It felt like she was finally where she was meant to be.