Chapter 1: Resurrection

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RESURRECTION

“What am I doing here?”, I whispered desperately.
I realized my weakness while trying to open my eyes. I rolled my gaze up beneath my closed lids and let go the bitten apple I was holding in my hand.
An interminable space of swaying drowsiness, stirring, floating, quiet and murkiness were wrapping me few moments ago. “What is happening to me?”, I pondered noiselessly while stunned by my abruptly tilting universe. I attempted to respond with any movement just to give a sign of life, a shout for assistance however I essentially proved unable.
Something new and ungainly was befalling me taking all my consideration. In any case, I attempted earnestly to solace myself by compelling in a straightforward sense that it will be Ok yet, I couldn't oppose the unquestionable feeling of my universe crushing excessively. An inclination that went for so long that I couldn't recall what preceded. A frightful feeling that was constantly sustained with a disturbing wish to escape devouring my resistance and abandoning me totally debilitated. I didn't want to surrender, in a last endeavor I kicked my legs out straight yet nothing happened. I attempted to stretch out, to escape to make the enduring stop and merge again with the universe I used to know."please stop!", I shut my eyes solidly yet no sound turned out. My mouth was solidly stuck by thick layers of mud. I had no choice but finally relenting.
All of a sudden, a sleek breeze blew in a weak thundering sound. Gradually, the roars that began faint grew louder and more gigantic. I drooped down gazing to the skies powerlessly attempting to stick to the mud with a frail handle. The wind swiftly wailed savagely. I felt the sound hailing from my eyes. Responsivel...

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...ng sparkling reflections on the green grass and not far from me was the corps of the dead goat.
I tracked my own footsteps towards him. I stood beside him looking at the widely open but lifeless eyes and the unclad body lying just next to where I was buried a while ago. I kneeled and put my hand softly on his back. It was soft and still warm. Impelled by my curiosity, I withdrew my hand from his skin and put it on mine. The same bare skin, the same soft touch but I still exist while his being became only a matter of past. I looked at my body print still fresh in the mud, this is precisely where I realized some remnants of hope to avail him. A new universe has been reborn in this shelter and forces of nature hauled me out of my interminable sleep. All he requires there would be few drops of falling rain and discomfort then he might be on his feet again just like me.

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