A vortex of colors turning clockwise. Time is starting. Rainbow, black and white; finally, just light.
I see no other thing, a white hole, a point in front of me. I try and reach it with both my hands. Nothing happens. I pull my arm forward, I see it while it becomes part of the light spiral. In it, it dissolves.
I, myself feel frightened and attracted by the tornado in which I would disappear. I’m curious. I let go of the nothingness behind me, of the comfort and warm of my place.
A point. A full stop.
The image, the colors, the brightness arrests. She is calling me. It is not my name she’s screaming, is a cry for help. Amorphous, confused sounds. What is it then? What is she saying?
My life is so distant. Have I ever been alive?
Two hands are grabbing me from my shoulders, guiding me as to exit that door. Yes, I do have a body.
I see big faces all around me, smiling, looking and sweating. Too many people. All at once.
The light has never been that bright, the sounds have never been that loud, the smells that strong. The room is freezing. I close my eyes, try not to breath, ignore the noise.
A spank. I cry. The air in my lungs. I’m alive.