Nothing
I hear nothing. Not my work alarm, not the television, and not even the morning traffic. None of the sounds that would start my day were there. The ones I now wanted to help wake me up from this unusual feeling.
Nothing
I feel nothing. Not my bedsheets, not the sunlight that would warm up my room, and not even the ever so constant fatigue that haunted me. I obviously didn't stay in my apartment last night. So, where did I fall asleep?
Nothing
I see nothing. Not my untied dress shoes, not a ceiling over my head, and not a hint of a light source. The surrounding area seemed non-existent. It's dark, too dark. Damn it. I need a light. Where's the switch?
I need to find that sw...I can't move my hands. Why can't I move my hands, am I tied up? Why would I... wait, where did they go? Do I not have my limbs? This can't be happening. Don't start panicking Caiden, calm down. Not again, Caiden, never again.
You're Caiden Whilst, 26. You live by yourself. You aren't a risk-taker. What could I have taken last night then? Nothing but a sleeping pill, right? Did I drink too much? But I don't feel anyth... OW! Never mind, there it is, the headache.
It has to be a hangover; my head feels as if it's rolling down a mountain. When did I get this wasted? The last thing I remember doing was... was? Shit, I can't concentrate with my mind in a god damn blender. I need to wake up, but this doesn't exactly seem like a dream. Whatever 'this' might be, I have no clue. My headache is getting worse with each passing minute, and it's been an eternity already.
I don't understand why I'm back in this darkness. I thought I didn't belong here anymore. I had my quiet, and you decided to take it from me again. You... is that?
I'm saved, a light! I can finally leave this prison. Yes! Come towards me, closer; I'm over here! Shit, I can't talk either. The light is headed here; it notices me at least. It's bright, too bright. I haven't recovered from last night's nonsense.
It's here now. I need a sick day.
Instead of awakening from my delusions, my vision became blurred—a rush of colors and shapes assaulting my sight. I barely made out the outlines of a few figures and a small wooden room, neither recognizable when my focus was drawn towards my ears.
Fixating on the fuzzy voices, I could hear, "Congratulations! It's a boy, and he's alive and kicking."
That sobered me up.
I tried responding, but only a baby's cries escaped my mouth. That wasn't my voice. Wasn't a sore throat. My headache is long gone, so what is wrong with me?
"So? What did you both decide on calling him?" I listened, the voices and my surroundings becoming clearer. The figure seemed quite excited. He had golden eyes and long chestnut hair that went down to his chin to match—wearing what could only look like brown scrubs.
A doctor? Please help me understand what's wrong with me.
All of a sudden, I felt a strange warm sensation slowly enveloping every inch of my body, "Hmm, let's see," the passionate voice bringing me closer to themselves. Looking down at me were two stunning purple eyes, reminding me of the bright nebulas of Space. Soft pink hair flowing to her shoulders, folded behind one long ear on one side. The other allowing it to fall freely. A sharp but petite nose to go alongside her mature yet youthful appearance. Her smile sharing all the hopes and dreams she has, "I know just the one."
"Rivian will be his name."
"What do you think, my love?" Her eyes, flicking to the last figure in the room and snapping me out of my trance.
First, purple eyes and pink hair? Then those pointy ears? My memory may be failing me right now, but I certainly never seen anyone resembling you before. 'You're in my personal space, ma'am,' I tried telling her, but only more cries came out.
"I think you would have chosen it no matter what I thought, Mae.", Said the last figure in the room. The voice could calm wildfires with how much care he put into his tone. "But, yes, I think the name fits him finely." Saying he was the most normal-looking person in this room couldn't do him justice. With black hair styled short and messy paired with his light blue eyes. They were giving off the feel of a relaxing cool blue ocean. A clean-shaven face to accentuate that sharp jawline and a gentle smile to finish his handsome appearance.
What is with the genes in this room? Who are you, individuals? Where am I? What is happening to me? And why is no one answering me?
"This little one sure is a talker, aren't you." the woman said, not understanding a single one of my cries. "And how's my other little one doing?", Pulling my attention to what lay bundled up in the arms of the blue-eyed figure.
"The Lighter said to keep an extra eye out since she is a bit smaller than she should be. But the occasional light-up should suffice. So don't go worrying."
"I will always worry; these two are my whole world now." The woman said, now holding the other bundle as well.
I don't want to be a part of this fairytale. Just please take me back to my apartment.
"Mae, you need rest. Lighters orders," Said the nice blue-eyed figure while trying to steal the little bundles away from her arms.
"A little teeny tiny bit longer," she pleaded. "Please, Rowan," forcing his arms to retreat.
"Fine~," he said, clearly giving in.
"Isn't your father just the sweetest there is, and guess what. He listens to me."
"Alright, time's up."
"OK, ok-ok-ok, one last thing," she said, bringing the two bundles closer to her heart and seeing the both of them together now.
"Welcome to the world, Rivian Lovell and Raeya Lovell."
Scratch the sick day. I need a vacation—a long one.