She stared, awestruck, at the writhing form with a red, crumpled face. The tiny fists and swollen cheeks. Nothing externally had changed. The galaxy still spun in vast unknowing indifference, and the uncaring world still flowed past beyond the confines of her bedroom. But here in that moment, the axes of Devon’s personal universe tilted and she was left teetering, off-balance to the core of her being.
