Greetings, all.
I was curious: how many of you are fond of assembling artificial wombs (out of blankets, pillows, etc) and cuddling with someone while inside?
This can be very comfy—especially if those involved live in a colder climate.
Furthermore, how many adhere to a strict no-conversation policy while in utero? My main thing is going back to a time where I had yet to be cursed with an excess of consciousness, so I don’t appreciate discussion.
Sometimes, after being expelled into the uncaring universe with my cuddle partner, it can be fun to scream and babble incoherently as a pair. This quickly gives way to shrieked sentence fragments, appeals to an absent creator, confused mutterings, and then a prolonged death rattle while we both sink to the floor. That whole sequence of events is representative of the brief interlude between non-existence and oblivion that we refer to—with unwarranted gravitas—as life.
Just curious if anyone else is into this sort of thing. LOL. ???❤️❤️❤️