Part I: Birth

A warm bubble all around that doesn’t seem to fade no matter which direction one turns. Not much space to spread one’s legs, but surprisingly comfortable. A space that seems to grow patiently, moulding perfectly around forming limbs. A feeling that can be compared to that of a hug that no one ever wants to remove themselves from. A bubble where everything is calm, peaceful, and quiet. Well almost. A thump. Although present, it is muffled. Its soothing vibrations rock you to sleep. People say a child is a mother’s gift: the dreaming, the longing, the anticipation, the belonging, the plans, the preparations, the excitement, the wonders of creation, the approaching time, the gatherings, the closeness, the names of being, the emotions, the heart lift, the new beginning. Sadly, she will never get to experience the true joy of this gift. Then comes the question: Is it a boy? Maybe a girl? Will it have curls the same as its father's? How tall will it be? How much will it weigh? But most importantly, what will it become? It has now been close to nine months that he has been living within this confined space. However, the longer he stays, the less he wants to leave. He likes it here and cannot imagine himself anywhere else. However, his days in this space are numbered; he can feel it. Everything is slowly changing. He can feel his senses heighten. The serenity has vanished. Noises are more prominent. The space somewhat feels as though it has reached its maximum size, contorting uncomfortably around him. He is slowly starting to feel claustrophobic. He needs to get out. It seems as though his thoughts were heard, as he suddenly feels an opening at the top of his head. Against his will, his body is pushed toward the opening. He can feel something grabbing his shoulder. The noises only seem to get louder.

He can now hear clinkering and rushing footsteps. Too much. It's too much. He starts crying. A click is heard, and just like that, all he knew disappeared.