Nine Months

One

 

Where am I?

I cannot move at all, darkness surrounds me as it had surrounded us all.

 I suppose my only comfort is the daily nutrients I receive-even though they have no taste.

I am something.

Two

 

My head hurts inside and out.

My body has aches and pains all over; why does it hurt so? I long to understand, 

but have not the knowledge for it. Will this just the beginning? If it is; what’s next?

I am something.

Three

 

As the darkness continues to linger around me, I grow bored and explore what I can do

 in this enclosed space. I bend my fingers and flex my toes; squirming away from the dark, 

only managing to move a centimeter away and back again.

I am something.

Four

 

Whoa, whoa!

Around and around I spin and turn as my arms flail around me in disarray. 

My legs stretch more than they have, I know who I am now.

I am something.

Five

 

I feel fuzz appear as my brain clicks into place. My muscles are growing 

and I flex them to stay in shape and pass the time away.

I am something.

Six

 

I see.

My skin turns red, and I see all my veins. Click, click. I flinch and attempt to squirm away

 from the muffled noise, noticing the texture on my fingers and toes.

I am something.

Seven

 

I hear voices all around me. Pain increases volume. I look around and see no one-yet-I hear everyone.

I am something.

Eight.

 

My legs grow more and more cramped by the day. I kick and squirm desperately. 

My headaches, which I thought were history, have returned with vengeance worse than before.

 My breaths are weak.

I am something.

Nine

 

I grow weary of this disolute place. I kick the walls more ferociously than before. 

Finally, when I am about ready to give up and accept my eternal home; a door opens 

and I squint at the approaching light, shedding my skin. I face the bed with a newfound cry;

 “Thank you, mom for waiting so patiently.”

I am someone.