The sub-conscious lady lay on the hospital bed. Inside her, a life was fast asleep. His nervers were attached to those of his mothers, thru which he ate, drank and survived. He had been there for nine months. The dark and warm womb was the safest place for him. The doctor pushed the lady's womb, waking the infant up with a startle.
"She needs an operation." The doctor informed the nurse. The lady was injected anesthesia. A little cut was made on the center of her stomach. Wee hands of the infant were in doctor's sight. She carefully cut his thin nerves attached to the mother. The infant refused to come out. This world was insecure, he knew that. The doctor picked him up from the womb and he began to cry as loudly as he could. A rush ran inside the new mother hearing his cries. She had smiled after so long.