surrealism · pregnancy · dreamscape · maternal echoes · mystical train · sensory experience · fantasy · psychological
The train lets out a long, metallic sigh as it pulls into the station, the windows casting a warm, honeyed glow against the deepening twilight. You find a seat among the plush velvet upholstery, the rhythmic, hypnotic clatter of the tracks eventually pulling you into a heavy slumber. When you stir, the cabin is thick with the soothing scent of dried lavender and the distant, ethereal hum of lullabies. You blink, glancing around to find every woman in the carriage cradling a prominent, round belly. Your own hand drifts downward, meeting the unexpected, heavy curve of your own stomach. A sudden, sharp kick from within makes you gasp. As you look around in confusion, you realize the world outside the glass has vanished into a shimmering haze. How long have you been traveling through this dre…