Pink
The arm water in the filled tub turned slowly pink. Blood flowed in the water, creating a warm sensation around my body.
I wasn’t cold; I didn’t feel anything at all. I listened to the soft music coming from the room, and as I was dipped in the tub I saw the water changing colour, turning into deep red. And I felt sleepy, and I let myself be carried away by the soft music and the warmth of the water
and I felt more and more sleepy.
I closed my eyes. Listened to the music and to my heartbeats being slower and weaker from before as my strength left me and I was wrapped by the warm water like being in a pink cloud.
And I felt, lighter and lighter…
As if I had no weight, no body, nor soul.
And I was sleepy. Finally I wanted to sleep, to sleep.
“Leave me alone,” I said to those who tried to wake me up, “leave me alone”
And I was lost in the pink cloud in the warmth of the uterus that had nourished me and then suddenly had thrown me out there into the cold and gray world.
I wasn’t told about this. Nine months it had allowed me to believe that it was to be the same all along a pink bubble gum with the taste of strawberry and warmth that wrapped me and protected me. But I was fooled!
Now I was again in the same spot, wrapped in my old warmth.
And the foolish people who said, “It’s too late for her, unfortunately…”
What “too late?”
For me, everything was just starting.
