Everyone's Favourite

Endings

He saw only shadows, the vauge outline of life skirting across his
vision - only darkness where there should be light, only mumbles where
there should be laughter, mocking him with what could never be. The
touch of a gentle hand he could never know, then movement that he would
never feel.

Words, close to his ear. A soothing voice, a soft word. He made a sound
from somewhere deep in his chest. More words, more voices, shapes he
couldn't describe, another feeling. Cold, then nice, inside him. Tastes
good. He swallowed. More please. More and more, until he is warm
inside.

It was light now, lighter than it has been today. He was happy now, so
he made another noise. He stretched his face to hear the happy voices
and the soft words again. He could feel a wind against his face, and it
felt good.