My Baby Is A Pillow.

“You’re sitting in a wheelchair, looking at your premature baby in an incubator, and you’ve just gotten out of surgery, having almost died. Aaaaaand…action.” I fixed my eyes on what I decided was the "incubator". A burgundy throw pillow, on the opposite side of the room. “Take your time with this... I’m going to improv with … Continue reading My Baby Is A Pillow.