The warmth and touch was overwhelming, I couldn't see color, nor make out anything. Not that I willingly could, but physically couldn't. My eyes were sealed, forcefully kept shut by something I couldn't feel; Feeling and hearing were the only things I could do while adrift, and even then it was without choice, but instinct.
Floating idly upside down and mixed with their blood, digestive acid, and the like; I found myself in God's womb. I wondered, out of the millions of sperm that raced during the climax, I unknowingly outclassed and beat my brothers and sisters to fallopian tube, taking their chance to fertilize and exist. What for? While I was enveloped in God's Membrane, my siblings were digested and slaughtered. Yet even with this question, I was not saddened as I could not yet think, but I doubt I would've changed much.
During my time in the womb, I grew and grew. I felt my own body begin to mold and take new form, I was afraid of this as well, it felt foreign and dangerous. This was instinct as well. With no will or freedom, I was forced to accept and embrace it. As I grew, So did new feelings. I felt the folds and movements of God's stomach, brushing me against the walls, sometimes hitting them. I heard loud noises, they were muffled and I couldn't interpret the sound, I could only hear without the ability to acknowledge or comprehend. For the first time, I felt something other than simpl:e touch. Fear.
The waves came and goed, sometimes growing more rampant, yet it was so familiar to me by then it embedded itself into me as a memory and reminder. I don't know when I was since I was still foreign to the idea of time, but before I knew it. I was introduced to new movements. Instead of hitting the walls, they squeezed around my frail and fragile body and began constricting me, forcefully pushing me. I was very afraid. It continued, and before i knew it,
I was once again overwhelmed by new feelings and touch. I could feel the warm pool I had been so used to was gone, replaced by cold air and screams, violent and
threatening.
Opening my eyes, I only saw black and white, and a creature staring at me. It was God. They stared and I stared back. I couldn't understand why, but it felt like instinct when I cried at the top of my lungs, tears falling down my face.
As i uncontrollably wept, God stared at me, I could only stare at the sun. The holy light is newfound and persistent behind them. This was the day I saw God. I was still afraid.