Winona's POV
"Mom, please wake up." I am sleeping, yet I can hear a baby's voice telling me to wake up, and it feels like I am dreaming, but I can tell I am not dreaming at all.
"Who are you?" I murmured while my eyes were still closed.
"Of course, it is me, mom." The child responded, and when I opened my eyes, I remembered that I could speak to my unborn child, and I smiled.
"I am sorry, my baby, your mom feels so sleepy, and I was disoriented when you called me. What can I do for you, my beloved son?" I asked him as I felt him move closer to my hands where I caressed my tummy. I can now tell. I looked like nine months pregnant because of the big bump that I had. And I found it hard to move my body.
"I want you to wake up because you have been sleeping for how many hours." He said, and I smiled.
