Adam’s Eve

Adam understands why a newborn cries at birth. He feels it every time he leaves the womb.

His womb is the bed, a place of comfort and stability. His blankets are a warm whiskey across the conscience.

He lies there watching the morning sun move across the wall, fearing the shoulds. He should be doing this, should be better at waking up early. The world is cold, relentless.

Adam knows why a baby cries.