I wasn't awake, not really. I was in that state when you're halfway between the waking world and the dreaming one, where you're only vaguely aware of your body at best. I couldn't move any of my limbs, I was floating in something, and my body felt… weird, but it was comfortable, so very, very, comfortable, that I didn't really care that much. I would occasionally sleep deeper into the dream state, but I never really woke up. I'm not sure how long I stayed like this, but I slowly became aware of one thing: my space was growing smaller.
This indirectly led to the discovery that I was trapped inside something. There wasn't much light, and whenever I opened my eyes everything was blurry, like I was underwater except much worse. The calm feeling I had persisted, so I wasn't truly worked up over it, but the enforced calm faded away with the passage of time, and with it, the space in my cage.
Eventually I reached a point where I was pressed against some sort of wall, and my prison was very cramped.. The panic hit me hard, and I needed out. I twisted and squirmed, for how long I do not know. Eventually, my struggle bore fruit, and I heard a crack, and a seam of light appeared near my chest. I positioned myself so that my face was near the crack, and pushed.
The egg had been abandoned in its nest which resided in a small flower. A soft crack filled the air, before a fuzzy grey head poked its way out of the shell. A small fuzzy baby bird peeked out of its cramped home to look at the world around it. The baby bird was very distressed at what it saw.
The baby bird screamed.
WHY IS EVERYTHING SO BIG?!?! WHERE AM I?!?! WHAT IS GOING ON?
The baby bird, despite just hatching, had a very impressive set of lungs. It screamed for for a whole 3 minutes before it got tired of screaming. After that, it clumsily pulled itself out of its shell and into the nest proper. The baby bird stood on unsteady legs as it figured out how to use its awkward baby body. It figured out how to stand up in only five minutes, and how to walk in only five more. After twenty minutes of strutting around (and occasionally falling) in its nest, it had basic locomotion down pat. Then another problem arose.
I am an adorable baby bird. I have no ability to fly. I am small enough to fit inside of a flower. I am alone inside of a nest, which shows no signs of having been used lately. I have no food, and no clue what I can and cannot eat. I am going to die a slow painful, death by starvation, if I don't get eaten first.
Well, no use crying about it. I wonder what's happening at home? Am I missing? Have I been wiped from everyone's memories? Did I leave the stove on? I only have answers to that last one, and pondering the rest will probably last me until I die.
Oh well. OFF TO ADVENTURE!
