The sleep was one of the most comfortable he had ever had. One would think that a tight, pulsating prison full of watery acid would have been a horrible place ot fall asleep, but in essence, it was like a womb, only a bit more comfortable. And he was becoming Belle's milky (as well as probably a few other things by now^_^), and yet he was still alive and loving every minute of it.<br/><br/>The next morning, he woke up on his back with his face pressed up against her stomach wall. He definitely had a "growth spurt" in the middle of the night. He was probably about the size of a newborn infant right now. There was a faint buzzing coming though the flesh of Bell's tummy, probably an alarm. But judging from the faint and soft breathing coming from jsut above him, Belle was still asleep. And from the pressure he felt on his chest, she was probably laying her hand on her stomach, maybe even fell asleep rubbing the lump that he was in her.<br/>"Man listen to that faint breath. She must look so cute sleeping... I don't want to wake her up..."