She lifted the blankets, gesturing for me to crawl in. I curled against her warmth, pressed my lips to her shoulder, wondered if I was born of restlessness.

She explained different levels of seraphim; I listened, feigned belief in effort to please belong inside of her sheltered walls. She said "cherubim" and I remembered when she didn't have breasts and I felt closer to her heart. She asked about my day and it was the only way she was a part of it.