Leaving
By Skye N
Sunlight, warm covers; deep breaths. I felt the sunlight streaming out of the vintage windows down onto my aching back. The choir of bluebirds chatted like little children outside my window. Peace.
Turning over to face my bedroom door the faint smell of French toast and fresh coffee wafted in the air brightening my senses. A mellow, warm feeling stuffed up the black abyss of my anxious, depressed body. Bliss.
A little furball snuggled up to my chin kissing it with her cold, wet nose, scratching between her fragile ears she purred, healing my heart, soul and mind. Heaven.
I am Dead.