Tomorrow You Will Be A Mother
Ah, you are a sheep. A female sheep you are. A ewe you are. You are a pregnant ewe waiting patiently, patiently. You pant and heave as though you are balancing on an upturned boat. You are holding on against the rising tide of hormones raging around your body.
You are in a flock of ewes all breathing, your sides rising and falling as you wait.
Tomorrow you will be a mother.