I woke up with the moon's light shining on my face from between the blinders. I layed there, absently staring at the ceiling, my mind a turmoil of unfinshed thoughts. I don't know if it had been a dream I just had for it was long forgotten, however, whether it was a dream or nightmare I was still trembling form its unconcious effects. One thought above all was clear in my mind, the very first thing that rested imprinted in my head the moment my eyes flashed open and out of that mysterious reverie.
"What if I was to die, right here, at this moment?"
I was so sheaken by the thought, so frightened. I still had a few things to do before I left. I always imagined dying of old age, in a blissfull sleep. For a moment I paniced. I didn't want to go. Yet I let sleep over come me like the reapers own hand and gave into the darkness.
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