Winston Dressler

He wanted to breathe. He lay still for a few seconds trying to gethis bearing. He knew he was in a tight space because he felt a warmwetness from his head to his toes and all around his body.The urge to breathe became stronger he had to get a breath and hepushed with all his might trying to clear himself of the tight wet spacehe found himself in. He felt himself move a little but he still could notbreathe.His chest felt as if it would explode. He had to breathe! He mustget air into his lungs! He felt a stronger urge to push. He must get outof this cocoon! He must! Forcing himself he trembled. Just as he wasabout to give up he finally cleared himself of the tight wet place andtried to drag a breath of air into his lungs.He still could not breath. His lungs could not take in air nor couldthey let air out. There was no air. When he was about to give up hopehe felt that something was different. He was no longer warm he feltcool all over. He also felt something in his mouth. Then somethingstung him on the heiney. Swat! He screamed at the top of his lungs.Winston Dressler had just been born.