Outside Like Inside

When she's on her belly, she curls her legs tightly under her. On her back, she bends one leg perpendicular, like an old man sitting in the shade. Almost always, though, she has at least one hand against her face, just like she did when she was inside of me. Sometimes when she mews in the night, it's because her hand is bound inside the blanket. I free it, she brings it to her face, and she immediately falls back into peaceful rest.