I was floating amidst the deep, cold waters of some foreign ocean in what seemed to be a dimension beyond time and space. It was soundless; tranquil, simply euphoric. The water was crystal clear, and there wasn't any life between it than that of my beating heart.
Was it beating? I couldn't quite tell anymore.
It was familiar, yet unkind. It seemed hostile but it felt uncharacteristically safe. It was ice cold when it should've felt temperate. I simply floated, unaware of time, unaware of emotion, unaware of the tragedy that struck me and broke half my bones and knocked the spirit right off my body.
Is this what it feels like to die?
I decided that I didn't mind being here. I felt nothing. That was good for a change; feeling nothing. I couldn't even feel my own face. I traced my fingertips against each other and I couldn't feel my smooth skin brushing against itself. What a peculiar feeling!
