<i>Prologue</i><br/><b><br/>
Late Yellow</b><br/><br/>It's almost red. The child... it's kicking at me a good bit. I wonder if it's still doing fine, with the season and everything. I've set up my precautions best I could, but something keeps nagging at me.<br/><br/>It might have to do with the dreams lately... They're always underwater, and I'm always alone. I can breathe fine, strangely. There's always a light too, and I try to swim toward it, but I always wake up before I surface. I don't sense any malevolent intent in the water, but something's definitely there with me. I haven't been able to figure out what or its reasons.<br/><br/>I haven't left the house much since I started showing, better keep eyes away from us. This child's so unlucky to have been conceived around this time... I hope it comes without any noticeable defects. I haven't miscarried yet, which is already more than I ever hoped for, but I've been so tired lately too... must be the child or the spirits out there wearing away the charms. It better be the child. It's strong, I wonder if it's a boy... it'd be nice if we can have more hands helping out around here.