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I was formless and ethereal; floating on the fringes, elusive.

I made you restless. Was I a memory, a fantasy, a dream?

You tossed and turned in your sleep, were lost to the world in your waking hours. Your longing to make me yours became your only goal.

One day, when I assumed you were inattentive, I came tantalisingly close. Your alert spidery arms caught and dragged me in.

I was examined thoroughly, washed clean to reveal my essence, dressed up to enhance inherent qualities, and presented to all.

You had given birth to your thought and, I was born.

Written for 100 Words On Saturday 6 Prompt : I WAS BORN