Smoke. Like thick mist through a distorted, broken piece of glass. Swept away. All air is gone, my breath was stolen from me. Sweet dreams and expectations vanish in the blink of an eye. With the snap of a picture my future is emptied. Struggle, gasp, and push through the pain of frightening possibilities. Begging,… praying,… pleading,… for silver linings and sudden miracles. My baby… my beautiful one… I can’t bear the thought of losing you. Forever isn’t nearly long enough. Stay with me a while longer. Please, I beg you. Stay.