I remember

I remember my birth.

I know it's not possible, but it is true.

All I had known was me. My universe was small, but it was all I knew, so it was huge. I had no needs. I knew no wants. Then that all changed.

I knew no language, so the memory is only one of sensations. Comparisons in my mind of what was and then was no more.

I don't remember the pain, just the absence of comfort.

I did not understand why my eyes needed to close to protect them selves. There had never been brightness before.

I felt so heavy, for I no longer floated.

My warmth was no more.

Sound was not new to me but now it was intense.

This was my first view of my new universe. Everything was new and foreign. Everything was bright, loud and cold.

I now knew to want. I wanted my comfort back.