Akira felt like she was drifting in nothingness.
She did not have sensations of pain or feelings of fear.
It was like she had become part of the clouds or the air.
She could not remember how she had ended up in the nothingness. No, she was part of the nothingness. Nothing mattered in the place beyond time and space. She kept drifting and drifting and drifting.
And she was slowly fading into the nothingness.
Then, her peace was broken by the soft voice of a child.
"Mommy, wake up!" The squishy voice called out.
Akira's hazy mind tried to process the sound. Her memories were like scattered flashes without meaning or substance. But still, she tried to remember if she had a child. She tried. She could not remember.
Was she the kind of person who would forget her child?
"Mommy, mommy, wake up!" The sweet child's voice shouted.