IS IT SAFE TO LOOK AT THE MOON?

What Is End of Life?

What is end of life?

The morning was tinged with heavy clouds and the menace of a heavy storm. She did not like the morning at all. It was not what she wanted that day. There was a hint of disbelief that started to gnaw at her insides. She managed to get into the bathroom without falling. What was wrong, she asked? Her eyes were bleary. She could not focus. She reached for the sink. Alas, it slipped off her fingers. The next moment she was on her back, flat upon the cold bathroom floor. It was just heavenly to lay there and never get up...

She awoke in a moving vehicle. Two white coated persons were administering something to her nose. She sneezed. Ooops, declared one of them, she is awake. She opened her eyes, realized for one single minute, she was in an ambulance, that was racing with its bells clanging much too noisy for me. I closed my eyes again, let the whitecoated person poke into my ears, my eyes, my arms, turned me slightly to my side and continued the use of instruments on my back. I thought I was awake...

I was in a guerney, its wheels racing much like the ambulance's wheels turning irritantly like a rush of millions of galloons of water pouring out of a large tub. The overhead lights were rushing as well, blinking in intervals of semiblack and semiwhite. My left arm felt heavy with circles of clouds moving up and down; the pain clutched every nerve, bone and flesh that sent me screaming...

I wanted to wake up. However, my head was heavy with sleep. I just wanted to sleep. Please, let me sleep...