A wandering soul

I was drifting. I was so far under water that the light of day had yet to reach the area I was in, which I had no idea where was. I had but one instinct; I had to go down. That was the only thing that stayed in my head while other fragments of dreams, hopes, and memories flitted by, and left, never to be found again. I had no control over my limbs, or any muscle. For all I knew I didn’t still have them. But the current slowly pulled me in the right direction. I was left with nothing around me just a black plain, stretching out in every direction. It should have been disorienting, but was not.

 I slowly came to realize that the depth I was at should kill me. I knew I was in water, but I felt no need for air, and the pressure of the water should have crushed me. Within a time I presume was seconds the concept had been swept through my head, and far away from my grasp.

I was left with my thoughts. I had only snatches of old memories, all so, so long ago. Running through a forest, a day of floating down a stream in a small boat, and a morning full of laughter, gifts, and foods. I had been drifting for as far as I could remember, though oddly I had no recollection of how I came to be in this odd world where blackness was only broken by the bio-luminescence of the creatures of the depths. And yet, somehow I did not hunger or thirst. Emotions, food, friends, and family had all turned into whips of memories.  Names had been long for gotten, and if I had remembered them, they would have no meaning. Yet I did remember one: Madison. All I knew was that was important.

Time passed slowly, and I kept drifting. Then, gradually, I began to see something my eyes had all but forgotten how to recognize; light. Wholesome light. I slowly grew aware of arms and legs, though shorter than I remembered.

Remembered…. What an odd word… I knew I had been thinking something, but what I did not know. Something told me it was important, but as I fell through into a chamber of light, I tucked everything that had ever happened into a part of my brain where it would stay for a long, long time. As my feet hit something solid, I knew it was time for a new beginning.