I’ve been here for as long as I can remember. It’s all I have ever known. My world floats around me in warm darkness, punctuated by the dull, soft thudding of a clock somewhere above me.
The clock. It seems amiss. Perhaps it is tracking something other than the passage of time because it seems a poor timepiece, one moment soft and reassuring, racing excitedly the next.
But if this is life, then I am blissful and content. I have no sense of need or want. Though I am alone, I feel infinitely loved. I hope this feeling lasts forever.