Our lives stretched from birth to death and back again. Everything we’d ever been and would be unravelled like silly string shot from a can. A painless separation, my companions drifted away as if lost in a waking dream; I would never see them again. Our ship collapsed into the atoms it had sprung from to sail infinity forever, and I was left abandoned.
A euphoria took me akin to the day of my birth, an overwhelming joy. And that was when it hit me.
Everything. It was everything. It wasn’t just a day at the beach as a six-year-old, a night of sticky touches twelve years later, nor that first kiss of married life years later still, I remembered everything. Most of all, I remembered the love of a mother who sealed me in a cocoon of life-giving water. I saw the light through her skin, felt the warmth from her heart, her hand close to my forehead. Everything. Yes, everything, and with not a second in between.
To Be Continued…