In the depths of another unsettling dream that seemed to blur the lines of reality, Rosalie found herself enveloped in an eerie darkness that somehow failed to obscure her surroundings. Amidst the murky abyss, her attention was captivated by one striking detail— the unmistakable roundness of her own stomach.
A wave of uncertainty washed over her as she grappled with the implications of this peculiar revelation.
"Could it be... Am I pregnant?"
The weight of this realization settled heavily upon her, prompting her to instinctively place both hands atop her round stomach. Yet, as she made contact, a jolt of unfamiliar sensations surged through her, causing her to hastily retract her hands. The overwhelming unfamiliarity of her significantly altered form proved to be too much to bear, even within the confines of her subconscious.
