Ariel Harel [ v.3 ] [ wip ]

You coo softly as your mother softly tickles your belly. The feeling of something pokey tickles your back. You gurgle happily and your hand reaches out for your mother's. The warmth of another rests on your cheek. Your mother's voice - music to your ears - murmurs kindly and although you can not yet understand the sounds which she utters, the jarble of noises soothe you. You notice the vague shift in your mother's tone immediately, but you cannot bring yourself to question it. How could you, when your favorite voice was speaking? You've only existed for a few days but you have already formed an attachment to your mother. That's because you've heard her before when you were still in the womb. Anyway, time is irrelevant to you - no, it does not exist. All that exists is your mother and that's all that matters. You and your mother…

(You would proceed to forget about her existence in the following years to come.)

Your happy cooes suddenly turns to grieving sobs. The blurry smudges you recognize as your mother suddenly disappears. You flail and whine and whimper, your limbs hit the walls of that pokey material. Your eyes erupted with vaguely wet tears. Slivers of light bounced off the droplets of the salty water pooling from your eyes. The forest echoes with your pleas - with your begging for your mother to return. 'Please don't leave me here!' Here in an unknown, unfamiliar, and scary world all you can do is entreat someone - anyone - to save your soul from the grips of death. You rely on an outside force to sustain you. After all, when you can barely see and move, your options are rather limited in terms of what you can do for yourself.