Sleepless

The Death Eighteen, and an uncle`s demise had introduced me to death by dying before we are really old, I was enveloped by a horrid fear of death it is not the very old who dies. The thought of not breathing, not feeling and nor seeing became an unbearable agony I had to escape, and there was the thought of pain intolerable and sustained and not getting up institutional pillows were had struggled for air sleep is the enemy, I thought I only could stay awake. 37 hours I lasted and collapsed outside a shop selling masks of evil kings. When I awoke after sleeping 15 hours, mother was there; had learned a lesson you can`t cheat death, but I never told them anything about my experiment of longevity-