He Went

So there he was hanging loosely from the electric ceiling of heaven or hell - hard to tell. His body below still hooked to hospital tubes that sucked nothing into nothing. Apparently his mind and his wristwatch went with him. ('Went' being a verb more properly understood as a metaphor for staying put). It was a full four minutes since and time was ticking on. He thought maybe he should do something but his feet were cold and the window was closed to any outer reality. Eventually he felt a tug on his bare left leg. "O boy" he thought "this is it I'm gonna be dragged down to that place!' However (and this is not a fiction but a factual blob of ectoplasmic truth), it was his own child-self pulling, leading him into a warm womb; notwithstanding the evidence of his most disputable position, being that he was dead but not dead to wit - alive he gladly and metaphorically 'went' to meet himself.