Alone in darkness and engulfed in silence, well, not truly complete, an occasional humming, oh, how sweet the sound, and the ticking of time beating and pounding, flooding my mind, How long have I been here, where am I? I seem to be the only of my kind, is there no one else, this life of mine seems so meaningless as I float about, attached to a feeding rope, perhaps there's more, There must be much to come, beyond this teabag of a home, sometimes so cold against my skin, until becoming numb, these thoughts I have, what does it all mean? Will answers ever come or will they remain unanswered always to me? A blinding light and sounds that are new and terrifying, this alien place, a covered face with giant grabbers ripping me from this place, an unusual taste, and then I scream! Never before have I felt such horrifying anxiety, as the feeding rope is cut from me, Have I died, or is this my new reality?
