The awakening

He awoke as if he had been sleeping for a century. He didn´t feel his body. He had woken up, yes, but for the moment it was only an awakening of consciousness.

In vain he tried to remember himself in a past time. Had he lived before that moment? He remembered nothing. He was like a newborn, but with discernment. Impossible to define how much time passed until he could perceive a breath, he concluded that it would be his own breathing; then he felt a tingling that ran along the shores of his body, a breeze that removed the hair from his belly and a certain weightlessness, as if floating.

He was still, however, unable to move. All he achieved, with great effort, was to open his eyes. Up the extensive sky, on the sides only water. "I'm on a desert island —he thought then— I'll have to find a way out of this horrible loneliness". But when he managed to see himself he understood. He was the island.