The absolute dread that crashes into me as I wake up is enough to bring a struggling cough and gasp from my throat, sides heaving as I kick out in a panic. I fell asleep to Mama humming to me, her voice smooth and sweet as honey. But I don't feel her anymore, her warmth drained from the ground, the only thing left of her is the faint scent of familiarity and something ambrosial. Those two smells were all I had to keep me from collapsing into a sobbing heap of anxiety, my awkward legs untangling as I struggle to get myself up. My little wings flail around in desperation as I rise, body teetering and knees unsteady as I take a few steps. 
I abruptly halt only three steps away, gasping in and letting out a harsh, painful cough as my body begins to violently rattle. I feel the quickening of my heart, breathes growing short and quick while the crushing weight of my fears bears down onto my chest. The terrifying, almost startling realization of my insignificant existence adds onto the fear of how vast this world stretches on, and how little I've wandered the surface. The all too overwhelming sense of existential dread weighs me down, and the pressing matter of my pathetic size compared to the rest of the world is too much. 
I crumple to the ground in bitter defeat, my lips gaping open as I suffer through the pain of breathing, my body racked with violent trembling. My cheeks are wet and stained with my pain, and my gut is churning with each exhale. The end of this fear fest is nowhere in sight (ha), my body trembling, teeth biting down on my tongue as I feel talons clench into my withers. A high pitched yelp stumbles its way out of my mouth, giving whatever landed on me quite the surprise. It takes me a quiet moment to realize that the gentle song tumbling from the taloned-thing's throat is Mama's song, and that this is probably her companion coming to watch over me. "So-sorry birdy." I stutter, swallowing the knot in my throat as I shift my weight around to make it easier for me to stand. I stand up with the zephyr stationed to my withers, weighing me down. 
Mama's bird gives me a weird little nuzzle, pressing its feathered head against my neck and giving a few gentle twitters. Mama's tried to describe her for me, but because I don't know what red, purple or blue look like, and because I don't know what birds are, I can't imagine more than a strange winged blurb that has a noodle neck and feather tufts on its head and butt. But that doesn't make any sense, and is definitely more confusing then if I had just left it as a "bird" and tried not to think about what that actually entailed. 
I take another step before a rather delighted whinny brings me to stop mid step, my failure of eyes widening as I fret getting hit. I feel my spine tingle, body tense as I prepare to get smashed into by some out of control stranger who doesn't get the memo. My sightless eyes blink slowly, head cocked and ears flicking madly as I try and find out where this mystery horse was. "words."
// @Aakesh  a total mess of a post. my apologies !!!

Shahrokh