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An Imagined Death
I felt something which knocked me out... then went to sleep on a snowy night; hardly remembering any heartbeat in my wrist: much colder than snow, whiter than a ghost. I travelled into the airless, motionless athmosphere, clearly seeing magnificent planets drawing closer to Earth... " Dead for sure " was that dreadful feeling, and lighter than a falling leaf I floated greeting an imagined death. Who raptured me? Was it a spirit being to induce a nightmare? All I saw was constellations that were as immense as Mars and black holes deeper than a volcano's inactive, scary crater... fearing that they'd have swallowed me up in their blackdness. If I had been dead, would I have felt fear, danger and fright? A dead person doesn't feel, or hear anything...why did I still have senses? Science fiction became real...horrible sights of clashing meteors: exploding, scattering their debris causing an obscurity blacker than night. I had read of spaceships venturing into the unknown and mysterious space, and wondered if they ever came back to tell of its infinite wonders; no, I wasn't dreaming...I could have been the one never returning, being trapped in an outer-body experience: shivering, screaming and not dying.
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