It's a Wonderful Death

Alex heaved a long, heavy sigh. He covered his head with his pillow. He began to sob. There was only one thing he could do. He had planned it many times but there wasn't enough time for anything elaborate. He had stockpiled enough over the years to do the job. Alex went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

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Alex was in his dreams again. He was floating toward the deathless place. The sky was all around him and filled with light and cascading prisms of colors. There was no air and no need to breath. He felt a narcotic happiness buzzing around the seat of his soul. The lights were getting brighter now. He was almost there.

That voice again. Like a thousand orchestras all in perfect harmony. What was it saying?

His ascension slowed to a halt. What was the voice saying? Now he could hear it.

“You may not pass. You cannot enter.”

"Why not? What happened? What did I do?"





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