when I first got here

I had just been woken up by a stabbing sound filling my ears. I felt quite dirty. I had the feeling I had not taken a shower for a long time. I was an odd headache and a dry mouth. Moving around on my bed I had the impression that the edges were closer than ever. I was still wearing the same clothes but I was a bit confused. The same clothes that I had worn, when?
On an attempt to step out I realized the floor was not where I remembered. A two-story bed had replaced my mattress on the floor.
A beam of light coming in through the door, which had been left half open, allowed me seeing where I was. I could hear voices coming from outside. There were kids. There was a mum; or so I thought by their pleadings: “mum, mum”. I felt dizzy and I was not quite sure if I should get out or stay in silence, as an observer. I felt like an alien who had just come to earth.
I stepped out and met reality.
I am a misfit.
They approached me and offered me to give it a try. I was a virgin. It was my first time. The flesh was delicate, juicy and kind of hairy all at once. I penetrated it with my teeth. My taste buds were having a feast. All that juice was running down my lips. Dripping. Making me even dirtier. Sticky. Sweet smell. Heaps of sugar hitting my blood in a stream of information rushing through my veins. At the speed of light. Straight to my brain.
Solitude. Solitude.
A cry of pleasure. A dry cry. Not verbalized. A cry that would have echoed within an area of ten kilometres if given voice. A cry of Mango that woke me up from my infinite trip and put an end to my jet-lag. I finally arrived.