A beam of morning light had found itself right on top of one of my eyelids through a hole in the thin curtains of my motel room. I sat up slowly while stretching the stiffness from my shoulders.
Something falls off me as I rise. Seems that I'd fallen asleep with a pregnancy book splayed open on my bare chest.
After getting a hold of myself… for wanting to contact that woman, I of course went right to learning about one of the many details of this body that was most likely to drive her away.
"Carrying someone else's child. Not something I expect will be praised. Even if you could arguably consider me one of these 'surrogates'..."
A term I learned while reading about infertility, along with all the medical advice and potentials. I rub at my eyes and look around.
The hunter's silver colored phone lay on the nightstand where I'd left it. Pretty sure the battery has died by now, since it was at 5% when I stopped interacting with it.
