"Baby, my baby..." I called, repeatedly. Then, I saw a very small silhouette in the bright light.
He toddled towards me. Because he was too young, he was taking short unsteady steps.
I was so delighted to have finally seen him. Running to meet him, I held him in my arms and looked closely at him. He was really tiny. His face was red, possibly from how much effort he put in to come out of my belly.
I gazed at his little nose and little eyes. They looked so perfect on him. He even smiled at me. He looked exactly like an angel when he curled the corners of his tiny lips.
"Arianna," A deep voice echoed in my ears. "Arianna!"
I looked around to locate the source of the voice, but there was only emptiness around me. I could see nothing.
When I came back to my senses and wanted to see my baby again, he was already gone. I was alone amid the white fog, at a loss.
"Arianna!" The voice from earlier called again. I covered my ears, refusing to listen to it. I didn't want to be distracted again. I looked
around for my child, just as I did before.
But the voice was like a curse. It kept on ringing in my ears.
I couldn't take the pressure anymore. Hysterically, I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Baby! My baby-"
All of a sudden, I felt a jolt in my heart. Gasping from the pain, I opened my eyes and saw only white around me.
I was surrounded by a group of doctors in white coats, all wearing masks.
Someone heaved a sigh of relief, "Finally! She woke up. The patient is safe!"
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