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Rated: E · Essay · Dark · #2132725
Better late than never
The dawn has broken it is late i I slept through my alarm again. As I open my eyes I stretch my arms planting my hands against the wall for leverage. Dreading to have to face the day ahead I place my feet on the carpet and stand up. As I walk toward the bathroom I wonder why I am even doing this, is out of necessity, or habit? I turn on the water to the shower and step in. I contemplate everything that has happened in my life up to this point. Thirty minutes go by and I step out of the shower. After drying off I walk back to my bedroom and put the clothes on that have been picked out the night before. The formal tuxedo was a bit loose I didn't realize I lost so much weight in such little time. I usually enjoy long walks but today was different, it was a long walk but it wasn't like any other I had taken before. The people don't even acknowledge me as I pass by them, as if I am invisible or don't exist. I can hear the bells toll as I approach the church. I open the doors and the service is well under way. I look around the hall to notice some are crying while others are trying to be strong. I approach the open casket and lay my hand on the deceased body that lay inside. Pushing against the corpse I hoist myself up and into the wooden box and lie still and listen to the pastor recite his prayer this will be the last time I walk the earth, the last time I open my eyes and the last time I will ever see the light of day, and even then I am still late for my own funeral.
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