"What's nagging at my little sweetheart?"
Shaken from your thoughts, you turn quickly in your crib to see your smiling mommy approaching.
"Ahh, 'Amaaaaaa?" you ask, squirming your arms and legs around a little bit, your pacifier dropping from your mouth.
"Maybe you're just too hungry for sleep right now." she coos, picking you up and cradling you. That's an odd thing to say, you think, though. You are a whole jar of blueberry mash when you got home (it was a little too slimy for your liking). Unbuttoning her shirt, your mother holds you close to her breasts, unstrapping her maternity bra. Your eyes go wide as you're inched closer to her plump round breast. Before you can do anything, though, your instincts take over again. Your eyes going wider and wider, you lose control of your arms as you reach for your mommy's full breast, your mouth opening wide. You have no control over your entire body now.
You then close your lips tight on the the erect nipple and begin to suckle like with your pacifier, warm creamy milk filing your mouth as you nurse and drink your fill, holding yourself close to her round breast, blinking your wide eyes all around.
"Drink up, okay?" she says comforting. "This will get you fast to sleep I no time." You can feel yourself growing full, your tummy is full of warm breast milk. And sure enough, you're drifting to sleep. Your eyes are drooping and your thoughts are becoming sluggish. Once again, you feel so content and happy. You're enjoying being a baby again.
"Sleep tight, baby." is the last thing you hear before everything goes black.