A white light enveloped my vision as I could've swore I saw the figure of death standing before me. Soon, I felt a hand reach around me, as if tugging me. I guess God's hand is bringing me to heaven. I smiled inwardly as the hand felt gentle.
Surrounding me was a pitch black room, but it felt hot. I tried to open my eyes but they stayed shut. Why?
Soon, I felt like I was pulled out of the room of pitch black as a light shone down on my face, my eyes shut but I could feel the brightness through my eyelids.
"It's a boy, Mary." A voice sounded as I tried to think of any Angel named Mary. Was it the mother of Jesus? The voice sounded almost pleased.
"He's so cute." I figured out the voice of a female, was it really an Angel pulling me out of the room of darkness?
Just barely, I finally managed to open my eyes. The light blinded me, shutting my eyes for a few seconds before I opened them again. I was being cradled in the arms of a mother, her eyes starry blue, was she blind? But when I looked up at her, I felt like I was at home in her arms. She wasn't an angel, but she did sure look like one. Those blue starry eyes, the white hair, was she old? Her face looked smooth and clean, nothing like an old woman should look like. Her face looked like it had just been through an extensive amount of pain, if I could gather my thoughts, only one thing managed to cross my eyes.
I had been reborn.
Besides the white haired woman, a man in a white overcoat, he wore a mask, covering his face as I looked up at him. A stethoscope hanging around his neck as his gloved hands moved closer to me. Soon, I felt the woman's hand wrap around me, holding me closer to her chest as I let my eyes drift to her. She was beautiful beyond comparison to any woman I've ever seen in my life.
Her white hair dangled around her face as she looked to be in pain. Those blue, starry eyes shone down at me as I looked at her. They were gentle, a mothers gentle eyes. But then a searing pain shot down my arm as I felt the doctor's hand gently grab it. Now that I was in the form of a baby, I suppose, my sensitivity had been increased by a hundred fold. I couldn't stop myself to cry, no matter how much I had tried to hold it down.
But as soon as I did start to cry, the doctor let me go. I heard a shushing sound as I felt myself bouncing slowly.
Looking at my mother, she smiled down at me with her sweat-ridden face. I stopped crying almost immediately as I felt sleep wash over me. If I was still on Earth, and if she had just given birth to me... where is the Father? Before I had to close my eyes I looked around, searching for a plain, dressed man but I couldn't find anyone that looked plain. Only female and male humans dressed in a white overcoat with protective gear on.
Was her husband not here to guide her through the pregnancy that I came out of? Pathetic.
But I couldn't do anything, sleep had overtaken my body and I closed my eyes, drifting off slowly.
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Waking up, I felt myself sucking on something. I opened my eyes to find I was sucking on a breast, milk pouring into my mouth as I nibbled on the breast that I was sucking on. Seriously? I was a forty year old man... I shouldn't be doing something like this!
Looking up, I stared up at the woman who had given birth to me. I wish I hadn't ever opened my eyes, seeing her breast out in the open as I sucked on it more. It was like my body needed this. I had no idea how much time had passed. It felt like my body was more tired than usual. I closed my eyes, hoping to push my voice to the back of my mind and try to forget what I was sucking on, hoping to trick myself into thinking I was sucking on a binky. But I couldn't as the milk kept pouring into my mouth.
Wanting to stop I tried to force myself to stop sucking on the breast. With all my efforts in vain, I just kept sucking on it. Guilt had ridden my mind. As if regret of my now past life wasn't enough, I had kept sucking onto the breast that fed me. I felt a hand rub my head gently, a warm coo coming from the woman who had birthed me.
Stopping for just a moment, I popped off her breast and looked up at her, my mouth agape and my eyes sparkling. Her skin glistened under the light from the room as I looked at her.
"Hey Aiden Hart. You're looking handsome." I heard her say, a small smile playing on my lips as I looked up at her. Aiden Hart, huh. Guess my name of the past does sound worse than this. I suppose this name would fit. I closed my eyes, slowly falling asleep into her cradled arms as she held me. Unfortunately, my mouth found it's way to her breast, already sucking on it.
Damn baby body.