Day 41

Some people have reoccurring nightmares.
This isn't one of those.
This will be real.

One day you will wake up.
Restless you will go for a walk.
Eventually you will see a procession of cars.
You will be drawn to them.

They will take you through country roads, to a small church.
As people step out of the cars you begin to recognise them.
All of them.
You see your family, friends and others you haven't seen before.
They all weep.
This is a funeral.

They read eulogies to their lost one.
To you.
As they lower the body - your body - into the ground everything
fades away to darkness.
To a stifling pressure.
To a wooden interior lined with taffeta.

You wonder which will happen first - the lid caving in or suffocation.
You don't have to wait long.