Odyssey of Uncertainty

 
 
 
Cradled in a dark safe that seems like it is floating, from my deep slumber I wake. With no prior knowledge of how I happened to find myself in this black, hollow container, I lie in wait. I do not know the purpose for which I was created, but I can sadly declare one foreboding entity though. For all the questions that I have silently raised that always remain unheard, I have a grim answer for only one. I lie in wait for an impending doom. The pulse of a ticking clock somewhere in the nearby vicinity is a continuous reminder of this approaching fate. For now, however, I am content. But, I know this contentment is a fine, fragile line that will be encroached just to send me further who the abyss of confusion. Though, locked away in my black enigmatic enclosure, I am comfortable.
 
In the time that I have been temporarily residing here, I have come to familiarise myself with this dynamic environment. The safe seems to peculiarly shaped and gradually shrinks the more time trawls by. While resting inertly, I can touch the contracting walls which feel polished, round and soft. Every so often a sporadic rumbling resonates around, dampening the sharp beats of the clock. I find its strange presence comforting for some reason, particularly when it almost makes the clock’s persistence vanish. I like to associate the rumbling with a sublime angelic being, adorned in white and shimmering light that knew the digits to unlock me so that I could see the exterior world. They would swoop me out of this blackness, and into their tender caressing arms. Sometimes, I try to wriggle out and break free and I notice that the rumbling seems to rise with excitement. Maybe my imaginary angelic being is excited to see me too! Or maybe it’s just a strict caution to keep me wary of the consequences that lie ahead should I successfully abscond. With that dreary thought, I give up and in accordance, the rumbling subsides.
 
I want to believe that the rumbling is a gentle reassurance that I was loved and that I had been kept in the safe because I was precious. Despite this unlikelihood, I still remain sheltered from the perils of what is to be; warm and silent in my capricious cocoon.
 
Enveloped in pleasant thoughts, I see my inky surroundings falter and diminish into a sky full of sapphire hues…
 
I am no longer trapped in my safe, but drifting freely over the vast expanse of the ocean. Brilliant light engulfs me and each ray bounces off each shimmering ripple and the breeze brushes its cool shoulder on my skin. For one golden moment, I believe that I can stay lost in this tranquil serenity forever…
 
Suddenly, I can feel myself being thrust forwards and the lapping waves are beginning to froth tumultuously into livid rapids beneath me. The radiant blue ambience of my backdrop is being eclipsed by black once more. And then I realised that I hadn’t noticed the absence of the ticking clock, which marked the abrupt ending of a dream and start of a nightmare. The doom I had been anticipating so reluctantly had finally caught up to me.
 
I feel the pressure dive as I start to sink, and struggling and fighting against the forces pulling me downward, I feel as if my safe is being torn apart. It seems like I am being dragged by a riptide into the narrow centre of a tube that is forming like a whirlpool around me.
 
I give up once more, and praying to be somehow united with my vision of the being who the rumbling thunder belongs to, I allow myself to go numb within the tunnel. Out of nowhere, a creature’s jaws clamp down on me and with a final wrench, I am cast outward.
 
Blinding light hits me from all directions and I can hear sounds and voices. I attempt to scream…but not in vain! I can hear my shrill cry, and to cry is all I wanted after my traumatising journey. The last thing I remember hearing is, “It’s a boy!”.