Sugar Water
21st July 2009I got up to pee. In the dark, I slipped on slippers and shuffled in the direction of the bathroom. It felt darker than usual for bedtime. I stepped out of my bedroom into what I thought was my hallway but was a dark void. I died. Then I remembered I still had to pee. I died with a full bladder. Did you know that when you die you retain your last bodily state? A sort of psychic photograph. I died while needing to pee and slightly sleepy. Nobody was waiting for me in the bathroom. I kept reaching up to rub my eyes but I had no hands. I wished to pee and go back to bed but I could no longer find the hallway. Or the toilet. Or the bed. Or the door. Or the lightswitch. Or the other door. Or the floor. Or the wall. Or my flat. Or my face.
21st July 2009 at 5:59 am
Excellent little piece this. Unshirted hell or what?
21st July 2009 at 3:24 pm
I hate it when I die when I have only got up to pee. The inconvenience.
21st July 2009 at 3:53 pm
You where floating in the space
21st July 2009 at 10:35 pm
Jim: Doesn’t even bear thinking about, Jim.
Roberta: I know, right? Death is so inopportune. You reminded me of that Jim Morrison poem. Especially this part:
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve
brought to bed
Mariana: That’s scarily perceptive of you. :)