The Beginning Of A Beginning

The Beginning Of A Beginning

The Beginning Of A Beginning written and illustrated by zikra rizwan

Who am I? What am I? A bird that swims? A fish that flies?

A mermaid, perhaps.

All I know is that I am covered in a bright red liquid.

Last time I checked I was the combination of a milky fluid in a spoon shaped covering with a pink sphere.

Oh, a rope! Where does it lead to?

Turns out I am attached to something.

Like a dog on a leash. I am chained.

This is a strange land.

I feel something, something jutting out.

I am losing my form. Suddenly, I feel like a kidney bean. Oh! how I long to leave this lonesome place.

My movement is limited. These soft curtain like structures, I can only curve around them. Some are scary and dark. Some give out liquids that cover me up.

I see deep valleys and tiny hills.

I hear sounds. Many, many sounds. I hear liquids travelling.

It sounds almost like a waterfall.

I start moving as fast as I can.

Carefully, because I do not want to hurt the cacoon I am in.

The more I see, the less I am sure of. Wait, what is that?

A tiny flap, like batting eyelids. A way out, maybe? I will only know if I go through.

Squish, Squash.

I see light at the end of this tunnel. I am almost there.

“Push!”, I hear. “Oh its a girl!”, shouts a lady dressed in white clothes, as she slaps me across my tiny bum. I begin to cry.

I heard a comforting voice say, “Welcome home my little angel�.

I am not lonely anymore.