He knew what it meant, he’d witnessed it many times. Pets, family, friends, in their last moments the body started grasping, the breaths grew shallower as the survival mechanism persisted in its hopeless quest to continue the biological experience. The white hospital walls watched with dispassionate quietude.
‘It’s happening to me’, he thought. ‘I never imagined it could happen to me.’ Then the sorrow struck. The things he never said, the things he never did, the memories he never made, one great torrent of impressions, a veritable mountain of time taken for granted and missed opportunities.
Such a shame.
‘If only I could do it again.’
He blinked. The sun was filtering through the blinds, he could hear the distant rush of morning traffic. His partner slumbered peacefully next to him, and he put a hand on her cheek as a single tear rolled down his own.
‘Such a strange dream,’ he whispered to himself. ‘May I dream it every night.’
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