Falling

I slept in a warm,wet area for 9 months.Soon after I had slept there for 9 months I felt myself falling.Falling as if I went skydiving and forgot to pack a parachute.I hit a ferm cold platform it was lumpy and cold.I heard screeches and whines.I soon found out these noises came from me.Into view came a man and a woman dressed as if there where to be in a storm.The platform moved and I was on a warmer wetter platform.She seemed to be tired and worn.She cradled me sweetly and a man looked down and smiled.I faintly heard her say "Little Peter you will never be harmed."Then I knew I was to be called Peter.