I went to bed early and woke up standing next to Death.
“What happened?” I asked. My body laid next to my husband, still asleep, oblivious that I was gone.
Death said, “It was your time to go.”
“I don’t get to say goodbye?”
“You can if you like.”
I floated through the air to the other side of the bed. “I love you. I’m sorry.”
And then I was gone.
On some nights, after I’ve settled into bed and turned off the light, I have sad thoughts. This is one of them.
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