Caution

She was feeling something for the first time. She couldn’t identify it at first. It came and went so quickly, leaving a single butterfly to linger on her hopes. She dared not disturb it, not put pressure on it. If it flew away she might end up back where she was, a place where she didn’t know this feeling could exist, back in the darkness. She dared not name it for fear that she had mistaken it for something it wasn’t. So she sat still in the moment and allowed the flutter of wings remind her of the fleeting moment that shall remain unnamed: just in case.

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