~CELIE’S POV~
Possibly the worst thing that can transpire to a woman going into labour is the threat of losing consciousness, the very consequence of getting a vision. On the brink of falling asleep, I plead with the midwife to slap me to fend off drowsiness.
Though my scheme seemed effective when I first thought of it, it doesn’t produce the desired result. Despite being thrashed as per my instructions, I lamentably feel the voices around me fading with my lashes becoming laden with the burden that my capability carries.
Regardless of the effort given to escape somnolence, I am forced to give in because of the exhaustion from my tête-à-tête with Harriet a few hours ago.
With no longer being attached to reality, I do not feel pain anymore as I traverse through this……
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