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The scene was hazy, so I tried to determine which elements were present.
I looked down but could only see, well, I couldn’t see past my belly. I shifted my weight just enough to feel something solid.
My lungs weren’t burning and I could feel that familiar habit of inhalation and exhalation. It was automatic. I couldn’t remember a thing but I was breathing. Air was present.
I looked down at my belly again, focusing on something dancing, a shadow bouncing around the rim of my umbilical cord. The shadow was orange and red.
I looked up and saw the source of the orange on my belly. I curled my hands around the cord protruding from my stomach and used it to pull myself toward the slit.
A deep red, orange, yellow wind brushed past my face.
I started to panic as the safety of my darkness was slowly eaten away by the colors.
Now I could see greens and browns leaping out behind the reds, oranges and yellows. I tried to retreat to the safety of the darkness but a weight pressed down on my existence. An apocalypse of my cocoon.
My hands suddenly forced to my sides my nose smashed against the walls of my home. My head bubbling in different directions.
Suddenly my being floated and my world of black exploded into a million pieces of light and color. I floated, my lungs burning. My eyes squeezed tight but the light still stabbing through.
The force accelerated my floating and I burst into an alien atmosphere. My face and body melting, my hands tried to curl around the cord at my belly button but nothing was left.
In shock my mouth sent a scream and all my senses came to life.
I was born.