by R. M. Guitar
The beginning of a novel.
To live is to dream. To die is to sleep. Both could be can be physical. Both could be metaphorical.
Life can not exist without death as death can not exist without life. An unbreakable circle.
I found that out the hard way.
Here are my final moments as I slip into a long, deep sleep. One day, maybe, I’ll awaken to a new life. But for now my
The pen rolls to floor as Zoey falls to her side. Her eyes close, her breathing slowing. Everything fades to black.