Warmth...
So much warmth everywhere...
It felt so nice. I never, ever want to leave the warmth. The warmth began to shift. This also felt nice. Like the warmth was caressing me.
I heard a cooing noise when I opened my mouth. Was that me?
Eh... Who cares. As long as the warmth stays.
I snuggled into the warmth. Then, this warm, moist thing touched my head. Another cooing noise sounded when I opened my mouth. All this warmth was so nice...
Suddenly, the warmth disappeared. A loud, wailing noise of sorrow resounded in my ears. I don't know where it came from, but it sure is annoying.
After who knows long, warmth surrounded me again. But it was different this time. It didn't feel as soothing as the warmth as before. This warmth was more scratchy and didn't have that positive feel.
"Do not worry, little one," a gentle, buzzing voice whispered in my ear. "Somepony will find you. I wish I could stay and care for you, but that is impossible. For I am dying, little one. Don't cry for me. Cry for your people. I'm sorry, I can't stay, but know: I love you."
The voice disappeared and that positive feel vanished completely. Coldness gripped my heart.
I miss the warmth.