The Origin Story

He opened his eyes- or at least he thought he did. Everything was pitch black. He tried blinking but his vision was unchanged- black either way. It didn’t matter really, he had to get out. He outstretched his arms as far as he could but his elbows were still bent when his hands hit the walls. They were soft yet rigid; a suffocating warmth exuding from them. He kicked and punched at his prison with all his might, turning in circles until he no longer knew which way was up. He suddenly was being strangled but by who? Who was there? He tried to shout but he couldn't breathe. A chord was tightening quickly around his neck. This was it he thought, this is how he goes out, when suddenly he felt a rumble. The vibrations were all encompassing and he felt his whole body shake. Much to his terror, the walls started moving, creeping ever closer to his tired body. He surrendered to the movement- it was all he could do. He felt himself sliding downward, “was there a tunnel in this pit he hadn’t discovered?” he thought to himself, defeated. There was a bright flash of light right before he lost consciousness.

“Why isn’t he crying?” wailed his mother, who was barely conscious herself. She had been in labor for almost a full day. The midwife grabbed the infant by his feet and dragged him from his mother. Out came his legs, belly, shoulders, all a sad shade of blue.She saw the umbilical chord wrapped around his neck several times. “He must have been doing somersaults in there” thought the midwife, sadly. She quickly severed the chord and handed the baby to his mother. “I’m so sorry” she whispered with true remorse hanging onto every word.

His mother held her baby to her chest, pleading silently into his wispy hair.

He slowly stirred in his mind. Where was he? He was fairly certain he was no longer trapped in prison. There was a new sensation on his body, a pleasant warmth, a dry warmth, a soft warmth. He felt very at peace and almost drifted off to sleep without a word until he realized there was a red glow to his vision. He mustered all of his strength and opened his eyes and was utterly shocked to see a woman’s face looming over him, with the most blinding light behind her. He gasped, suddenly able to breathe, and began to scream.

His mother was so startled she almost dropped him. The midwife, who was leaving the room, ran back in. “Please, let me see him, he gave us quite the scare, '' she said. His mother sighed and very reluctantly handed off her squalling son. “Sigh less, miss” said the midwife, kindly, “you have a son.”

Sigh less, thought the mom. Silas. That will be his name.

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