Between the Bubbles
When Letting Go Changed Everything
I’m writing this from my grave.
My worst fear has been realized.
As the breath leaves my lungs, the bubbles that float to the surface several yards above my head remind me, this is the end.
This is it.
So many close calls and should-have-beens led to this moment. There’s no more wondering how it will happen.
My throat pulses as my lungs long for oxygen. My eyes dart to the left and right. It’s so…
Peaceful.
The sound of children giggling and birds chirping fills my ears.
It’s getting darker. My arms and legs relax. There’s no sense in fighting it. I’ve made my peace.
The smell of coffee.
Soft notes echoing.
Weightless curtains floating in the breeze.
My eyes flittered open reluctantly at first, then excitedly as steam rose from the coffee mug on the bedside table.
I sat up, swinging my feet off the side of the bed, stepping in a large puddle on the floor.