I work in a funeral home, where definitely dead bodies are laid or souls wander. I never see these souls or ghosts, but I know that whenever I do my thing, they are around and they give me chills.
And then there were days where usual nightmares haunt me. But this one, this one is different. Different from waking up once the nightmare ended, different from being able to breathe after I realize that it was just a dream.
For this one, I was looking at myself sleeping. Laying on the warm comfy bed, with my lamps on. I occupied the whole bed and the air was cold, but then a sudden sweat was seen rolling down from my forehead. My eyes were shut like it never wanted to open, my lips were trembling and my chest were racing rapidly up and down. What on earth is happening inside my head?! Why can't I remember anything!
It scares me even just by looking at myself slowly travelling to death! Then my mouth gaped, like I was trying to emit sound, like I was trying to scream, but nothing came out.
What have I done wrong to deserve this? What have I done wrong to die in a dream or to stand beside me just to watch how I end! Because this is lunacy! This is a total horror.
And then I stopped, my mouth closed, my chest stopped from moving, my lips stopped from trembling. Then I realize, I was already gone, gone from the bed, gone from my body.
But then I feel relaxed. I feel like I never died at all. Maybe what scared me is the fact that I watched how I died. And it pained me how I decided to spend my life with dead bodies, how I never thought of enjoying my life.
Then I was slowly fading. I looked at my face once again, no sign of survival or no hints of life.
PS. This is just a story I created for a performance task at school. I'm just very proud of what I wrote so I posted it. 💕 Kind of ironic to post it where no one would ever see it but whatever.
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