I was in the mood for drawing so I drew this little gadget, this whatcha-ma-call-it, this thing. It came in an ugly bear that we promptly dumped somewhere in the house. But this wonderful thing we pulled out right away.
You turn the little knob and this noise, that is supposed to be womb noises, comes out of it. It drowns out the sounds of the televeision from the other room and the general noises Alan makes. Every night we drift off to sleep, me and Isabelle, to noises of the womb.