Hmm........

  This warm feeling.

  being wrapped by the heavens themselves.

  Hmm........

  Trying to turn around, I felt a little resistance.

  It feels like I'm sleeping in a small bag filled with warm liquid.

  Liquid?! What?!

  Before I can open my eyes or make anything out of my situation, I feel as if I'm being pushed out of the space I'm in right now.

  My head is being forced through a small hole as I resist, but to no avail.

  But before I could scream through the terrible situation I'm in, my closed eyes were assaulted by blinding lights.

  As I struggled with the sensory overstimulation, I felt the wrapping of something soft over my body.

  The commotion around me, the loud shouting, the bright light—everything got to me. As I was unable to tolerate more. I screamed my lungs out.

  But rather than the loud voice I expected, it came out as a shriek, which momentarily made the whole surrounding quiet.

  Then came the loud roar of laughter, and the people present there started discussing in some unknown language among themselves.

  I panicked. Confused by my voice change and the unfamiliarity of the situation, I kept on screaming until my lungs gave out.

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  Then tiredness took over me as I fell into a deep slumber.

  It has been a few days.

  I have gained some understanding about my situation.

  It looks like I'm an infant. The woman on the bed coddling me is probably my mother. The other woman who occasionally visits is probably a nurse or a caretaker.

  After falling asleep the first day, I kept screaming when I woke up the next day till I was out of energy and fell asleep again.

  I was planning to do the same the next day. But more importantly, I was hungry.

  I opened my eyes, looking around and saw the white ceiling and the light coming from the large windows.

  Then came a woman in a white dress and took me out from my cot and said something in an indescribable language.

  While she was saying something to me, she handed me to another woman who cradled me while looking lovingly at me.

  Then she started speaking to me in something incomprehensible.

  As she spoke, she started removing the gown she was wearing.

  Looks like it's feeding time.

  And that's how it's been going for a few days, and I started picking up on the sound around me.

  As I kept trying to gain more control over my body.

  A few more days passed (probably) as I kept repeating the cycle of waking up , drinking, trying to move around , sleeping, and repeating.

  While this cycle continued, I was introduced to a new character : a man.

  This man was clean-shaven. He had black hair and kept on making weird faces as if trying to get a reaction out of me.

  He wanted a reaction, so I gave him one: by crying my heart out.

  He probably panicked as a pick me up and started to sway me. It was nice and somewhat fun.

  But maybe because I calmed down, he stopped swaying me, so I did what I had to do.

  The swaying went on for quite a long time as I fell asleep.

  Because when I woke up, I was in my mother's embrace as she was dressed completely differently and was walking out through the door.

  She realized that I was awake and smiled while saying something.

  Then she put a cloth over my face my vision went dark. I was starting to cry out, but swaying comforted me as I again slipped into a deep slumber.