Pool Of Milk

"Now then, Bella, dear...You said that you were thirsty, right?" 

Before I could even say anything to my mother like Camila insisted I should, my mother decided to take action first and pulled Bella out of her chest. She then smiled at the derpy look Bella had on her face from staying in her chest for so long and said, 

"Let Mommy here serve you some hot milk to soothe your throat and warm your body."

"Yes, Mommy...Bella wants to drink your milk too." 

Bella said like a toddler who craved her mother's breast milk, which made all three of us turn our heads at how she was suddenly speaking like a child.

It seems like not only could my mother's breasts make someone refer to her as their mother. But it could also revert them to a dreamy, childlike state if they were to stay in between those soft pillows for two long.