The darkness pressed upon my body like heavy water. I could not breathe without inhaling thick blackness. No sound came to me but for a deep-throated gurgle that was my own plea for release. An hour of this was enough to drive me insane, and I had endured half an eternity of this sleepless, muffled pitch. I had endured an agony beyond agonies.
But the day did come when it ended, when I was cast into the light, took my first breath of real air and cried for the sheer joy of new sensation. My birthday had arrived.
But the day did come when it ended, when I was cast into the light, took my first breath of real air and cried for the sheer joy of new sensation. My birthday had arrived.
