Attracted to the hot waves of carbon dioxide pulsing from the centre of the room, Mama stretches her eight legs across the soft, supple surface, intrepidly feeling her way closer.
Easing her plump body through one of two darkened tunnels, Mama wriggles deeper. Fine fibres brush along her distended body.
Deeper still.
Her babies throb with fevered anticipation for the freedom soon to come.
The man’s nostrils twitch, but still, he remains asleep.