Weekly Writing Challenge: In An Instagram

It started out by my swimming through a dark and scary tunnel with a few million of my friends.  My wiggly tail was propelling me along at a rate quicker than the waters flowing over Niagara Falls.  Conditions were extremely rough and filled with many dangers.  Our goal was to enter a mystical and spherical object that none of us could see.  Why?  We knew not!  Yet, we fought for entry and as in the Arthurian legends where  only one can extract Excalibur from the stone, only one could enter the sphere.

I succeeded.

Later, I would find out that this was my first major achievement.   It didn’t end here.  Almost instantly, I felt all strange and spasmodic.  With each wiggle and wriggle and spasm, I doubled in size.  Before long I was several centimeters in size.  I kept growing and doubling and started developing into a freaky-looking object with appendages here and there and little drumbeats from within what eventually became my chest cavity.  I couldn’t see anything, but heard noises, all kinds of noises.  Sometimes I would get bounced around and twisted up.  Other times I would hear music and noises that I learned were polkas.  There was a lot of bouncing and spinning during those.  Other times my cocoon would shake, shiver, actually.  It was.  The exterior of my warm spot was cold.   My meat-packing mother worked and shivered.   Eventually, I became impatient and started flailing around kicking at my surroundings.  Where was I?  I wanted out.  Then one day, I felt a weak spot in the cocoon where I lay.  It was time.  I wanted out and pressures from the outside of the cocoon seemed to force me into a certain direction.   I struggled to stay.  I struggled to leave.  I heard whimpers and cries of pain and fear.  Someone was saying it is too early.  I didn’t care.  It was time.  All of a sudden, I felt a jolting push behind me and around me, then COLD.  Things were grasping me, grabbing me as I never have been grabbed before.  I was terrified.   All of a sudden I was breathing something called AIR.   I began to cry.  Cry? I heard it but didn’t realize it was my own body making noise.  I don’t remember much, but this was what I would call a split second where my life instantly changed.  I guess the 2nd split second!

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