Star Wars: Master of the Force

Have you ever thought about what life after death is like? Maybe just a stray thought? It was the same for me right up until I was lying in a hospital bed after contracting COVID. For most healthy people, it would be a week in bed and that's it, but for me, getting COVID is a death sentence. Having asthma is bad and all, but having that and a deadly virus is really shit. Anyway, after a painful few days of lying in a hospital bed, here I am in what can only be described as total blackness. I guess atheists were right about death, though it is a bit strange. I can still think, and I still feel things like warmth.

Every once in a while, I would hear muffled sounds all around me. I slowly piece together that I'm not really dead. Why? Because if I'm really dead, then I shouldn't be able to hear, feel, or even think like I am doing right now. So if I'm not dead, where am I? This isn't a game of cluedo, so no weird theories about the identity of the murderer. Simply put, the answer is... I'm alive, or a close approximation, because If im then I might be a baby, yes, as in, I'm in the womb developing. It shouldn't take genius to figure it out, because I have a weird cord attached to my belly. I should probably keep track of how long I've been here. If I had to guess, given the state I'm in, I would say I've been in development for around 19 weeks. Or I wouldn't be able to hear; how I can even think as a foetus would probably be connected to the fact that I still have my memories and/or consciousness from my last life. But that's fucking stupid. How can I think without a fully developed brain? Wait, why am I even complaining? I should be grateful.

152 Days(5 Months)

Never mind what I said about being grateful; this is hell. I've been trying to count how long I've been here, but I stopped after 15 minutes. What do you expect from an average person? A genius might stay sane even after counting for a few hours, but there's no one who can do that for more than a day; it's mind-blowing. Thinking about my development is the only outlet for my boredom, so anyway, my strange, undeveloped head has finally started to round out from an alien shape to a more human shape. Someone looking at me might get the resemblance of a human much more, but I can't really see myself, so I'm going with what I can feel with my stubby arms speaking or appendages. I do have them, as well as fingers and toes, but they are short and hard to move.

212 Days(7 Months)

It's been a long time since I've collected my thoughts. I'm not even sure how long it's been, but I feel a bit bigger and much closer to being released from this place. Boredom had left long ago and now I just sleep. I'm starting to think I'll never get out of here.

258 Days(8.5 Months)

Nearly there, I can feel it. Wait, that's strange. How did I know I could feel it? I even now know that it's been exactly 258 days since I was conceived. This is freaky. There's a feeling I get each time I want to know something, like a wave of information comes to me. The feeling is like when you get déjà vu or a static shock; that's the only way I can describe it. Is this power of mine magic?

270 Days(8.9 Months)

There are only three days left until I'm finally free at least I think. If do get out of here I'm actually going to miss this place; after all, it has been my home for nearly four months while I have been conscious, and that really does leave memories. I actually can't think of any truly memorable moments now that I mention it. Oh well, it doesn't matter anymore. Maybe I'll look back on my time in the womb with nostalgia, given that, unlike any normal person, I can actually remember it.