beginnings

(i felt like writing a story.)

it was night-time in heaven. okay, it always WAS night-time there, the sky just varied in different shades of blue and black. on some days, they'd lift their heads off their cloud-cribs and look off into the distance, and they'd see a bright, bright light, a burning ball of orange, lighting up the land just beyond the horizon, making it glow pink. and they'd marvel at it, for they knew not what it was, but they felt its warmth, and they were glad at its presence.

otherwise, it was just cold, silent night after cold silent night. no one spoke, for they were not allowed the Voice yet. they just kept to their own thoughts, speaking only to The Father, who was in each and every one of them, nursing them, guiding them, a voice of comfort and reassurance to these babies.
he sighed to himself. it was any day now. they'd take him, take him off onto his journey. he knew little of what it was, but he knew that every day, a dozen or two of their kind will vanish from their cloud-cribs, falling down into the depths below. he did not know what lay down there, but he knew that once gone, they never came back. he never saw that again. he once asked The Voice about this, but all he got was an ambiguous reply. but he felt it, he felt his crib sinking, day by day. it was getting heavier. no, HE was getting heavier. his time was coming soon.

it was night-time in heaven. baby-in-the-womb might still be very very young for a human baby, but in heaven, he was a veteran, one of the older ones. and he was wise. he knew the feeling for what it was, and it did not take the Voice to tell him. this was his last night here. by tomorrow, he'd be gone. he raised his head a little, just a little. he did not want to waste too much energy before the journey, or whatever it was that lay ahead. he raised his head, and he saw it. a touch of gold, a streak of lavender, in the distance. that strange, bright light again. he always loved it, the sight of it , the comfort, the peacefulness it gave him, in this quiet, eeire world that they all lived in. and he would always remember it.
and now, he knew that this would be the last sunset he'd be seeing, here in heaven. he stared long at it and he fell asleep smiling.

the next day, he was gently awoken by a voice in his head, the Voice. "my child, it is time. awaken from your slumber, be ready to embrace the journey that lies ahead of you."

the baby-in-the-womb rubbed his bleary eyes. he always hated that voice, just as much as he loved it. he was unsure of what it was, but he knew it was all-knowing and deep. very, very deep. it was the sort that instantly commanded your respect.
(...!!!irritating voice. woke me from my sleep. urk. the sunset was nice yesterday...)
he felt himself being lifted. for the first time, he could look out over his surroundings, further than he had seen before. babies were sleeping for as far as the eye could see! he never knew that there really were so many of them. but they were all asleep, curled up on their sides. just another lazy night for them.

there were a couple of others who were not sleeping. like him, they were lifted off their cloud-cribs, and like him, they looked around in curiosity and amazement. and then the voice spoke again.
"my babies, it is time. i am sending you into the World."
and all twenty or so of them were lowered slowly, past their cribs, past the still-sleeping other babies, into the lower clouds. it was colder here. baby-in-the-womb looked up, not down. he did not want to be frightened by what lay beneath. he beheld the layer of thick, fluffy clouds that had been his home for as long as he knew. they looked so...edible. it was strange. he was starting to see everything he had known in a different light now. he reached out to touch those clouds...

"enjoy your journey, my children. you have a long night ahead of you..."
and with that, they fell. baby-in-the-womb's hand was still outstretched, trying to grasp at the clouds that seemed to be rising up away from him. but he was falling, and the echoes of that deep deep voice grew more and more distant. he was falling. he looked to his sides. the other babies were not there. they must have fallen elsewhere. and now baby-in-the-womb was scared. where was he going? where was this voice sending him to? oh yes, the World, he remembered. he often dwelled on this, those countless long silent nights in his crib. but now that the time had come, now that his time had come, he was...unsure. he closed his eyes, readied himself for the impact.

he saw a flash of white, a bright,bright light. it was like the light he saw back in heaven. only...brighter. like it was closer to him. or, he was closer to it.

and then he was knocked out and all was dark and he fell into a deep deep sleep and did not awake until much later.

(urk. retarded. boliao ness haha! enjoy)