Literature
Wordspill - Celebration
One month and three days. That's what they said. Well, actually, thirty-three days, but June only had thirty days. So it was the thirty third day.
She wasn't sure what was needed, so she had some warm towels, fresh out of the dryer, curled in a nest on the table.
But she kept the egg in her hand. She was not supposed to help the hatching - just watch it. But he did say that she could talk to the egg - to the baby dragon.
"Well baby," she said to the egg, "This is it. I can't wait to meet you properly."
That wasn't entirely true - over the past week she had been picking up vague feelings from the egg, nothing definite, just warm sleepy fee