Births and Beginnings
Lying in Bed with his trusty Guitar
It was a Saturday.
The chill in the wind as it quietly passed over Seth’s body was indicative enough that it had been raining all morning. The clock beside his bed announced that it was 11:02 AM. He had slept all morning. There was something both different and at the same time familiar as he opened his eyes.
He lay on his back staring at the ceiling despite him being awake. His mind racing with new thoughts and insights. A sudden on rush of stimuli made it impossible for him to actually get up and stand. And on this Saturday, it began. His story.
It began simple enough. Opening one’s eyes to the sights and sounds and thoughts of the world. Like a baby being born into the world, he is born. He sits up, looks out of his window and sees that the sky’s dull gray color and decides to go back to bed. He rests for now.The overwhelming information now flooding his senses took their toll.
He had awaken.