Cold…
My first new memory is of coldness and the taste of metal.
Or maybe it is blood.
I cannot tell, because my eyes are filled with heat from bright pain.
I am a furless, mewling kitten in a strange new world.
I concentrate on my breath, ease my head up to watch the towel over my chest rise and fall steadily.
It feels to breathe air.
Good to force open my weeping eyes to splintered vision.
My skin burns as I am rebuilt to run again.
I raise the four muscles of my mouth and smile my first smile.