12 July 2012
I lay with darkness circling around. I felt as I were floating, rising. The blackness of the night held me prisoner, but I did not panic. I lay still and calm. This was easy. Easier than watching everyone you love disappear out of your life.
I was not dying, in fact, quite the opposite.
The darkness began to fade, leaving me engulfed in a murky grey light. I could see myself below me. I was lying in my bed, sleeping. I could see, clearly, out the window. The night sky was dark and filled with bright stars. There were no lights on my house, or any others's, so that the only thing that could slice through the darkness of the night were the stars and the moon.
O.B.E • Opuss № I