My Heart Skipped A beat. All Beats.

Last night I was laying in bed.  Not asleep.  Yet.  Stressing over the work.  Thinking how insufferable some people are.

Then...

Thunk..

My heart stopped beating.  One big one then nothing.  I waited...  And waited..

I think I am dying.  Maybe.   It doesn't feel like it.  It doesn't hurt. I can think.  I am not getting fuzzy.  I am not fading away.

I never died before.  I don't know what it is like.  I am not scared.  I am curious.   Will my heart start again?

I take a deep breath and hold it.  Listening for a heartbeat.  I don't hear it in my ears.  I don't feel it.  I am still waiting for things to get fuzzy.  For pain.  For something.  Nothing.  I wait.

I turn over.  I am thinking I can move so I must be getting blood to my brain and limbs.  I take another deep breath and hold it.  Still nothing.  I can usually feel or hear it.  My heartbeat.  But zilch.  Still not fuzzy and still no pain.  This death thing is not so bad.. Yet?

I faded to sleep I think.  Or just passed on.  I don't know.  I don't have the "being dead" manual.  I am not in a waiting room with other dead people.  I dream of other, non "being dead" stuff.

I woke up this morning.  I went potty.  Do dead people do that?  I took my daily medication. Do I need it anymore? I made me a double espresso from my Italian coffee machine.  Even dead people should enjoy espresso!  I turned on the computer and logged into work.  I think this is how it all started in the first place...

I am checking stuff and replying, sarcastically, to email.

I started to wonder if I am one of those people who are dead but don't know it.  Is this how it is?  You just continue on?  Until?

I have not seen other people who have died before me.  I thought I would. I am alive then?

So, if you can read this then either we are both dead and don't know it or we are not.

If I am dead, we are having a beautiful day on the other side.

Note:  This is 100% factual.