The Estranged Mindless Delights: A Collection of Short Stories

The Earliest Awakening Memory

Copyright ©Lee Luna 2014

The Earliest Awakening Memory

 

              I was a child of possibly two or three when this memory surfaces to the murky waters of my mind. A child, whose speaking skills were lacking thanks to a dreary speech impediment and had the attention span of ever fleeing gnat.

           I don’t recall much, only a brief instance that seems to be forever imprinted with a glazed surface and faded corners that continue to elude me.

           The memory, if it can be called as such, is just a few minutes of an image that seems to awaken a sense of existence. While I do have earlier memories, some of which I have concluded to have been blended into dreams and made into a cocktail of deranged assortments, I feel this one has an odd significance.

            It brings a feeling as though I have just acknowledged my sense of breathing. Sounds odd no? That this one meager instance seems to have such an impact…yet for some unknown reason it just does.

            What I remember from this almost crystal clear image, is the fact that I’m waking up. When my eyes peel open to what I assume is midday, due to the hazy sunlight that leeks into the windows and radiates through the beige living room, I take note of the things around me. The walls, a pristine white are cast in ashen shadows, due to the location that is situated just before me.

            A television, one that is outdated now, stands within a western style armoire and holds the room in its dark glass. This may not seem like much for a memory, but as I slowly move my head from its location which I have determined to be the old mint and beige colored couch my grandmother used to own, I notice an odd feeling.

            Like waking from the nap, I felt as though I could recognize the fact that I was alive. It’s odd you might say, that I’m making such a strange comment on a child’s memory, but it truly was a moment in time that I notice a bizarre awareness of existence.

            Now, perhaps I’m being delusional, since I was a child and making these grand assumptions for why this brief image seems to haunt me. It was like I didn’t know I was tied to the ground yet and floated above for a while before I finally took a good glance.

            Sometimes as a child, it felt as though I was sleeping on my feet, that I had no reason to truly care for the things around me and just floated on. Perhaps there were other instances that held the same value, but like most things that reside it the mind, it smudges with time and the ink does not bleed as truly as it once did.

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Another little writing project I had to do in nonfiction creative writing last year. It was an exercise about your earliest memory. This was my response to the prompt. I might add mini memories to this later just to make it longer. If anyone has any ideas how i can extend from this, feel free to tell me. I'm open to new ideas :)