He could suddenly feel. Amongst the darkness, the silence, the absence of taste and smell, there was feeling flooding back from limb to limb at a time. He could not know what was around him, nor could he bring himself to care.

It had been so long since he'd been like this - He couldn't remember how long, nor when it started. It made his brain ache to think about it, and it brought him meager amounts of depression. He could touch and feel, but his emotions were still gradually flooding back to him in small flickers and dances.

Something soft was suddenly slid under him, the fibers of what he assumed to be fabric catching on his nails. Surprisingly, his skin had remained fairly smooth throughout the entire ordeal, and his sanity had remained intact. He supposed that he would continue to wait until he made more progress, once again lying back in the bed.


The next sense occured what he believed to be a medium stretch apart from the awakening of his first sense, touch. The odd smell of faint plastic had risen in his nostrils, occompanied by faint whisps of a berry-like smell and shea butter. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever be able to remember, and it was a delicacy that was to be cherished until the next sense awakened.

He remained on the soft fabric, his chest rising and falling rythmicly as he continued to inhale in a pattern so that he was able to fully sense the smell. He could feel his brain flutter and twist in an attempt to comprehend before his time could continue.

It was oddly tiring work, but he refused to lose his hopes. It was painful to think that he would have remained a vegetable, had it not been for what he soon assumed to be fur beneath him. The absense of light scared him - not that he could remember a time with it, however.


Sour. He could taste a sour bile mixture in the back of his throat, making him want to gag. However, he was unable to do so, which was a positive opportunity on his side. He could remember food, and how it had tasted when he'd savor what little food he could recieve when at his parent's house.

The smells of shea butter and berries coaxed the taste away, allowin him to breathe once again as his senses quit their overload. He missed frozen waffles, as odd as it might have sounded. It reminded him of his sister and brother, and made him feel regret, guilt. For what, he had yet to figure out.

Again, he'd continue to lay back and regain his bearings, waiting endlessly for an end.


He was unsure when it had begun, but they had gradually faded into existence - Small blips and glitched noises likely as a computer, bringing him slight comfort as the beat of his own hear and the rythm of his breathing joined the soft sounds, lulling him once more into a dreamlike state. It hurt him slightly to strain his ears, yet he did so anyways.

A faint, harmonious hum filled the space between the blips, allowing him to sink once more into a trance.


I'm sorry it's so short, I wrote this at 12:30 and I was starting to get tired. I hope you enjoyed. Reviews are welcomed!