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