The death of my cat, or how I hope it was. The End of a Semester Project I am doing.
|I feel it.
The waving grasses, the gleaming sun. The crystal pools, the dappled forests.
Where the air smells like sun and the skies are an endless blue sea. Where I rule. Everything. From the proud trees to the insects that sing me to sleep. Where I can run, run forever.
It’s so close. I just need to leave this body behind, it’s holding me back. I can feel it, tugging me down, away from my kingdom, my territory, my empire, it’s all slipping away. I’ve put up enough of a fight, I’m done. Done fighting in this world, my people will understand. I’ve gone, gone to my calling, my kingdom. I don’t need to be here anymore, I’ve done what I needed to do and it’s time to move on. I can still look down on them. It will hurt, but they’ll move on too. When I race through my new world, totally free, I’ll think of them and know that they’re thinking of me.
I have no regrets, as I feel the pull from body diminish and disappear. I feel the sunshine warm my face. I take a deep breath, a last breath, filled with the familiar scents of my home. I walk forward as my eyes adjust to the bright sunlight. I look down at my new world. My new empire. This is where I belong now, in the sunshine.
I am free. I am happy.