Day 11, A Promise

[Writing Prompt] Wake up little one, the time has come

“Wake up little one, the time has come.” The wind said. It placed its “hand” on my head. Warm. It removes its “hand” and returns inside of mine. “The time has come to keep your promise.” It repeats. Gentle, soothing.

“I’m not, ready.” My voice cracks. Why am I in this bed? Why is there a tube attached to my arm?

“No one ever is.” It said from within in me. Within me? Why is it inside? Wasn’t it outside a second ago?

“Your mind is deteriorating. It’s time to ascend.” It places a kiss on back of my hand and squeezes it. The gentle caress of heavy air.

“Are… you God?” I frown. There’s a piercing pain in the front of my brain. There’s something familiar about all of this, but I can’t… Why does my head hurt? Why is it windy in here?

“You asked me that long ago. You gave me some of the best memories I could ever ask for. You made eternity bearable.” The wind chuckles.

“Why is the wind talking? Have I gone insane?” Why is there a tube attached to my arm?

“No. Are you ready to ascend?” The wind’s “voice” cracks, as if it’s trying not to cry. Why would the wind cry?

“Yes.” The wind “kisses” me on the forehead and the light of the world becomes much brighter. “It’s time to come to your new home Alex.”

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