Awake
I died.
I am neither a ghost nor a vampire. I checked. Thoroughly.
Dying felt nice. It may be an odd thing to say, but I was ready to go. Ready to leave.
Somehow, I'm not dead.
I remember being dead, I think. It's vague, like a dream, but I remember it, a sort of buzzing, shifting feeling, as when an elevator moves suddenly and one isn't quite moving with it yet, except a thousand times stronger.
I was ready to die. I had done all I could do in this world. I lost everything and had nothing left to live for.
Somehow, I'm alive.
If this has something to do with Angel I'm going to hit him.
I am neither a ghost nor a vampire. I checked. Thoroughly.
Dying felt nice. It may be an odd thing to say, but I was ready to go. Ready to leave.
Somehow, I'm not dead.
I remember being dead, I think. It's vague, like a dream, but I remember it, a sort of buzzing, shifting feeling, as when an elevator moves suddenly and one isn't quite moving with it yet, except a thousand times stronger.
I was ready to die. I had done all I could do in this world. I lost everything and had nothing left to live for.
Somehow, I'm alive.
If this has something to do with Angel I'm going to hit him.