I don't know why, but today I decided to go to my high school reunion. I got my plane ticket and visa and I am currently flying back to Britain.
Only, for the plane to crash...
I don't know how it happened, maybe it was a storm or maybe it was a fault in the plane. Either way, I am now dead. Or not. Maybe this is just a place I wait at to be judged or something.
It is just an empty room, with bright white walls.
So I wait, and wait. I don't know how many days have passed, or months or years.
I don't need to eat, sleep or drink but talking to someone else would be nice... but there's no one to talk to.
Then, I hear a drop, or a pull, like a boom but quieter or a blow or wind that is being dragged to and fro.
The room subtly starts blackening and I can't see anything anymore.
Then I feel a pressure at my throat, I try talking but a suffocated gurgle comes out. I try to breathe through my nose but a strange liquid hammers into my nose and mouth and stops me from doing so. I try to move my head or my arms or any body part but they are pinned down.
Then, I feel this soft warmth flowing around me and wrapping itself with the water. Making it a strangely comforting place to be in..
Then, it goes away I see a flicker of orange in front of me and this liquid drags me with it to this light. I notice a tug pulling me back in and when I look a find a chord of pink and blue fleshy substance. Then when I go to the light, it comes with me and I feel, cold?
I try and open my eyes again only to have a waxy coating stop it, I try and touch my surroundings only to have the same waxy coating stop my from feeling anything other than the pressure of things I touch.
"Ybab rou sti kool, lufituaeb seh!", I hear a strange voice with a feminine pitch speaking in with a slurred language,
"Read mih eman ew llahs tahw?", then a masculine slur of words replies.
"Sero?" The female, voice says.
"Ckoldoow Sero, read ti evol I!" The masculine voice says.
Then, I can feel pressure at my arms and a sensation of being picked up, and placed into a warm hold with cotton blanketing me.
Through all of this strangeness I don't even respond with a cry or a scream instead I just want to go to sleep.
And in this hold, with the warm arms holding me and a white cotton blanket on me, where I coo and slowly get into a nice position do I fall asleep.