He had tried to kick his way out. The space he was in was dark and moist, but that didn’t bother him as much being cramped in a small space that seemed to be getting smaller. He didn’t know where he was or how he had gotten here or even how long he had been here, but he knew one thing – he would get out of here or die trying.
He kicked again. Each time his foot seemed to almost break through the wall that trapped him and then the wall refused to budge. He tried to feel around on the inside. He was laying on his back with his legs pulled to his chest so his reach was limited, but in the wet, darkness he didn’t know that. He kicked one more time with no more success than any prior attempt than his most recent effort to escape.
How long had he been here? Didn’t anyone know he needed help? He didn’t have any answers, but he knew he needed sleep. During his time here, he had determined that crossing his arms across his chest and crossing his legs at his ankles was most comfortable. As he lay there dozing, he heard the soft, rhythmic sound again. Sometimes the rhythm got faster or a little slower, but mostly it stayed the same. He couldn’t tell where it was coming from. As he drifted off into a deep sleep, he took comfort in the sound. Maybe somebody did know he was there and would help him soon. He dreamed of Mozart…
He woke to the feeling that something or maybe someone was hitting him softly, almost desperately, on his backside. He tried to move. He felt stronger now. He kicked the wall again and this time he really kicked. Nothing. Then the tap came again. He realized someone was in here with him! He had no idea who it was or if even “it” were a he or she. He had no memory. He had to find a way out. He squirmed and he stretched and he kicked. He tried to turn around. He could do nothing for himself.
As he was struggling, his brain registered the rhythmic sound again. It was getting louder and faster. He struggled furiously. Then help came. One more tap on his backside – it felt like a tiny, balled fist – and the rest happened fast. He hadn’t found the escape route, it found him and he was being forced to use it. He was being squeezed. He was being pulled, and he didn’t care. He just wanted out. Stuck in the narrow pathway laying on his back, his head felt a rush of cool air. What now he thought? He couldn’t move in the slightest. Then something grabbed each side of his head and tried pull him out. He felt the pressure. Another pull and a squeeze. Then no more darkness. It was light. Too much light. He promised to never open his eyes even if he could. Again the pulling on his head. His shoulders felt cold. Then with one, quick motion he was free! He sucked the cold air into his lungs as deeply as if it were his first breath…and then he screamed. He breathed again and screamed again. He couldn’t stop himself. He was free, but the light, the cold, and the unknown were too much.
No more dark, moist, cramped space and he was afraid. He was too tired to scream, but he could still breathe. He was dry now and he was little warmer and he felt cozy. He was again in a small space, but not cramped. He began to relax. After a moment, he realized he was hearing it again. That same soothing rhythmic sound. Now is was soft, gentle, farther away and well, loving.
As he lay there, he though of that last tap on his backside before the ordeal. What was it? His imagination, maybe… Soon the answer would come, but James was so tired and he needed sleep. When the answer did come, he didn’t hear it nor could he have understood it.
“Congratulations Mrs. Osmeyer, you have twin boys.” As the words moved happily through the delivery room, Sally Osmeyer smiled and turned her tired eyes toward her husband, Carl. Carl rolled his eyes, sighed a contented, relieved sigh and focused his eyes lovingly on his beaming wife.
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