I awake, adrift in a warm, surrounding darkness, bound and restrained. I hear a pulsating sound.
In what strange circumstance do I find myself? What have I done to be so confined?
In the darkness a light begins to dawn. With constricted movements, I struggle toward it as best I can, determined to be free.
I tire and must stop to rest, but, anxious to escape, I soon continue my efforts. The pounding noise intensifies. I am frightened but I forge ahead.
Suddenly, I remember my death but immediately begin to forget as I emerge into brightness, and am born.
Frenchie about 10 years ago
I like Bea.
Pearl (Bea) about 10 years ago
Thank you, Francine. :-)
Tony Spencer almost 10 years ago
Excellent.