Babaganoush

At times, she would convince herself that this is not what she wanted. Not what she wanted at all! This was nothing like the old warmth that used to hold her so still and so restless for so many hours through those long, scary nights, wrapping itself around her so securely that she had never wanted to let go. The hands that she would hold now were only placeholders and no matter how carefully and safely they'd hold her, they would never feel the way they were meant to.

But sometimes, she'd forget for the shortest of seconds. She would forget enough that she could no longer compare the two different worlds that held her distinctively, and she would feel the smallest inkling of that old warmth she'd learned to feel before. And then, in that smallest of an instance, she realized that she did not have to let go to forget and that no matter how hard she tried to remember, it would never be the way it was.