I had been dreaming, it seemed to me, since the beginning of time. Shapes moved and grew in the shadows of my mind. I felt vibrations through myself and out beyond. Movement, I dreamed of movement, sinking downwards, a slow dance. From utter cold, I warmed gradually as my dreams became more coherent. I dreamed I gathered myself, slowly, slowly.
I drifted down out of the mist, and I was awake.
The world danced around me. I had siblings! They were waking up wherever I looked, screaming and laughing. Some of them still drifted in sleep, buffeted by the shouts of the others. As I woke up further, I shouted, too. I wriggled my new body and stretched, elongating, until I started to tremble and collapsed back into roundness. I blew on my dust skirt and watched it swirl, and laughed.
A pair of twins babbled meaninglessly to each other, twinkling back and forth. They slid carelessly in my direction. I swam toward the middle of our group, knocking most of my skirt away with my clumsy flailing before I settled. I rested and watched.
All around us, between my siblings and beyond the dust, was the blackness of open space. We rolled through its dips and curves, warmed by our own bodies. Full-grown stars swam in the distance, impassive, unaware of us, shining far brighter than we could.
Nearby, more of my siblings were waking.
I joined the dance.