The New World is Somtehing Else

I wake up to the birds singing a melody reminiscent of angels in times passed. The gentle breeze hugs me as if to comfort a broken soul who is needing rest. I look at my surroundings only to discover there is a void. It is a place empty of life, nobody here, no buildings or landscapes as far as the eye can see. Just a never ending pure white void.

I struggle to my feet when I hear humming. I move slowly, yet steadily towards the sound. I don't know where it's coming from but it gives me a sense of peace, of comfort and healing. The sense is like that of a mother who is singing for her child. Singing a melody in order to soothe me and make me remember the feeling in my chest I had once forgotten, could this be a mother's love?

I jolt awake the view has changed. I am being held almost like an infant. That cannot be right. I am a grown man. It would be almost impossible for someone to hold me in that manner. So what is this? Have I perhaps been experimented on like in those crazy horror flicks, or have I got a disease like B*nj*min B**t*on. Either way it is still impossible.

I attempt to move. When I see my arm I noticed it was tiny. It was as if I had returned to being a child. No, it wasn't as if , I had returned to being a child. What is going on?!

"June," says a tender voice," my sweet child. I offer you all the happiness in this world. Let yourself be happy. For I, as your mother, shall protect you."

I look up at the person who is talking to me. She is a young beautiful woman. Her bright hair reminds me of cotton candy, her eyes shine like rubies, and her skin is like porcelain. All in all she is beautiful enough to be compared to a goddess who evokes feelings of love and comfort.

"Mama," I hear a young squeaky voice call out," can I see? I wanna see my baby brother!" I can hear footsteps running up close to me. I can hear giggles as the steps get closer and closer.

"I'm not a toy damnit," is what I'd like to say, however, all I manage is to make baby sounds. I look at the young creature who has made her way over to me like a pup eyeing a toy it loves. The little girl looked like her mother. Beautiful pink hair, porcelain skin, the only difference was her eyes, eyes the reminded me of a vast ocean seeking to accompany sailors on a lonely journey.

"May," says our mother," you have to be careful with him. He is the first boy to be born in our city after ten years after all."

Wait , wait, wait WAIT! Did she just say after ten years. You're telling me this city hasn't had a male birth in ten years?! How is that possible? Shouldn't there be a certain amount of males born alongside the female in order for the world to work properly?

That should be the case right?! Then why did I hear something as crazy as that? I get it I must be dreaming. Yes that's it. Any minute now I'll be waking up at home. I'm probably exhausted from work so my brain is showing me something as crazy as this. I know I'll just go to sleep in this dream and maybe I'll wake up. Yeah that should do it. I slowly drift of to sleep thinking about how this dream is something else.