Her hand looked beautiful. Those fingers seemed perfect. Tiny and pink, with creases to mark the area where the skin folded over. Each finger appeared so full of blood. Short and plump. The nails were quite hard, considering her age. In total contrast with the pliant nature of the surrounding flesh. Those projections composed of dead cells were pretty long too. When they jammed against the skin, one could feel a slight sensation. Minute entities, and yet they can be sensed.
The fingers were held in a tight fist. What gave them that fierce power. Perhaps, it is the natural position of each finger....Does anybody know?
She was wrapped tightly in light airy cotton material. To maintain the warmth that was entitled to. Hadn't she spent a long period of time in her mother's womb? The hands and legs were placed properly before wrapping her up. There was absolutely no opportunity for her to move those fingers by a centimeter, leave alone fidgeting.
Maybe a pair of hands can bring good luck. It brings in happiness, of course! When growing begins and endues. A long time, for the baby is just a few days old.