to be unafraid? to break through the egg shell, a whole worl inside ,yet had seemed so completely enclosed. both a limit on reality, but also a safe place. a sad, boring place. to be a baby mouse in the world, fuzzy naked pink skin bared to the sky and everything under it. blinded by the day, a mole who had never known to hope for anything but more dirt. I'm trying to remember who I was before I was afraid. you'd like her.