fandomtownies | Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

It was beginning to dawn on Alice that all of the illness, and the odd side-effects, and the general sick-feeling, were in fact connected to the strange little lump in her midsection, the one that was in the process of knitting itself into a person, that would in a few months' time complete that process, make its way out of her body, and grow up to be a completely independent being all her own. (Or his, but no, she was a she. Alice just knew.)

It wasn't that Alice hadn't known, it was more that the illness and tired-feeling and so forth seemed so strange to be connected to an odd little lump in one's midsection, not yet causing a bump in one's profile, that would eventually become a person one could speak to, as if this happened every day, that one grew people and then sent them off to school.

Well. Alice supposed people did, in fact, do this every day. That did not make it any less bizarre.

Groovy Tunes was open.

(open/ocd-free/i'm napping soon zomg)