Story #45

I don't understand what's going on. I'm sitting in a bowl of blood. It's not mine, I know that much. I seem to be encased in some sort of fleshy cage. I can kick it but it won't break. There's this tube, it's pumping cake directly into my stomach. I'm getting nauseous. I can't even tell if I'm right side up or upside down. Something's happening now. I feel myself getting crushed. The force is pushing me down, down into a slow painful death. I was born thirteen seconds later.