.Birth.

"The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why."
― Mark Twain

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Something was different

Terribly different

Long gone was the comfort of nothingness, the nothingness I had willingly accepted as my source of existence, my life, if I could call it that. Life or not it was still my being minus a body. Floating aimlessly as my mind wandered to things that no longer mattered before I fell asleep once again. On occasions, I would hear Angel speak though I wouldn't consider it to the full extent of the word, I couldn't understand what she was saying as everything was muffled. Perhaps it was my lack of ears that I couldn't decipher her words but even so - I could hear them.

Yes, my strange existence was calm and I was content with that.

Now, I felt a terrible cold as something wrapped itself around my body.

Two things were happening simultaneously that didn't stop my mind from comprehending both situations. You would think after going for so long without actually putting my brain into good use, I would have trouble focusing. No, my mind felt sharper than ever and was quick to note these two things. Well, three if you considered my brain or lack thereof.

One, I was terribly cold.

Long gone was the warmth and the familiarity of what felt like a blanket that I snuggled into the comfort it once provided. Now I felt a freezing chill rushing over what should had been my phantom body and that led me to realization number two.

I actually had a physical body if the coldness that goosebumped my skin was any indication. Sure, I could strangely say it was just my phantom body that I had grown familiar with eons ago but unlike that body I could feel myself contained in the physical sense. The jerking of my legs and the flexing of my fingers - I could feel all of that. Though it was likely the fact that I been without a physical body, I could not control these uncomfortable sensations that I should had been able to control. My legs, my arms, I could had done something to warm myself up even if that meant rubbing my hands together.

But no, I felt out of it when it came to my body.

Case in point, I couldn't completely open my eyes.

Everything was freaking bright in here and as much as I wanted to look, my eyelids wouldn't open for even a centimeter. Plus, let me not forget to mention the prickly thing that was pressed around my shivering body. Not only was it coldness but a feeling as if a cactus surrounded me? Yeah, not comfortable at all.

Naturally, it was safe to assume at this point that I was back in my physical form and while everything felt foreign and irritated while at the same time my five senses being hyper-sensitive, I could honestly say with all of my beating heart that I was alive.

Alive…

I was freaking alive

Again…


Question for you:
Yay or nay for being alive?