The rain had just finished, leaving the little garden glistening under the soft evening sky. Lili sat on her porch, wrapped in a blanket, holding a warm cup of chamomile tea. The ache in her belly was dull but persistent, like tiny waves lapping against the shore. She closed her eyes, breathing slowly, and let the rhythm of the garden carry her away.
Out in the yard, the flowers seemed to lean toward her as though they knew she needed company. Each petal was tipped with tiny dewdrops that shimmered like silver pearls. As Lili gazed at them, she imagined the drops tumbling down, one by one, rolling gently across the grass until they reached her.
The dewdrops touched her skin softly—cool and delicate, like nature's fingertips. They trailed over her hands and wrists, leaving behind a calm, soothing sensation. One rested over her stomach, glowing faintly, and with every breath she took, it spread comfort through her aching body.
She lay back against the moss, and the dewdrops gathered around her like little guardians, sparkling under the emerging stars. They whispered without words, their cool touch telling her: "Rest, Lili. We are here. You are safe. You are cared for."
The cramping softened with every passing moment, as if the dewdrops themselves carried away her discomfort, leaving her wrapped only in peace and gentle warmth.
"You are precious, You are loved, You are so so much, keep smiling, and im here for you, always, no matter what"