A time when you were nervous

A journey holding tears, laughter, pain, happiness, restiveness and millions of other emotions.
How does it feel remembering your first place in this world?
All this times, I was only able to some sort of muffled conversation, pounding and thumping of
an object inside me. I could feel a yellow whitish membrane surrounding me like the bunker in
militaries. The amniotic membrane embroiled me along the amniotic fluid, preventing me to
crash in the placenta. I could feel the whooshing of a liquid entering my yellowish peach body
through my belly button. A long, thick cord was connected to my belly button as if pumping
buckets of substances in my body like a water pipe. But that wasn’t the end of my perpetual
curiosity, I could always sense a very distinctive restiveness of an object in front me. Something
very miniature, very cubby, always used to hold my hands in great pressure, encumbering my
palm with five, squishy sticks. A blanket of warmth always used to approach me in enthusiasm-
staring and trying to touch me. My dormancy broke as the war between the opposing instincts-
to get out of my comfort zone or to catch a glimpse beside me. As I opened my eyelids like the
lens shutter, just in faint vision an orange red flame flashed before my iris. The salient part that
caught my attention was a small, orange, soupy object floating in this gingery background. It
was staring in fascination as if its two googly eyes were about to burst in joy. He was crawling
towards me, as the soft smile plastered over his yellowish face. Once again, he stopped by me
taking my hand as a satisfactory mother acting as if he was entreating to ask about my
condition. He touched my toes, as if making the first moves to play with me, chortling in
excitement. The entire situation was like watching myself dance in front of the mirror. He
punched upwards and kicked in the sideways of the orangey sphere, trying to puncture a hole
but his endeavour seemed to contempt in vain. As we were drowned in the moment, abruptly
we could feel something pulling us downwards like the looping lash of a rope in a construction
site. The fluid in which we were hovering seemed to be decreasing at high speed, causing
discomfort between us. He raised his light thin eyebrows, agitated in wonder; our fear of being
separated was pellucid. As the force sucked up me through a hole, I rolled, swang and hurled
down the crater, entering a new strange world.