Mr.302

Sleep, sleepy, yes I am sleepy.
My eyes are so heavy a dark purple scarf must be over my face. tingle. Is that what I feel? I feel a tingle creeping up my body. Everything looks blurry and far away. All I see clearly is my very own eyelashes. I never realized how dark,..,thick
What is that? is? I hear a... a... drum .. a drum. It's loud, and soft all at the same time my head is full of it. I hear thump,thump,thump,thump,
fast and loud. That tingle, it's growing, no.. it's not growing it's covering me. I feel it behind my ears. heavy, i'm so heavy.......
I feel heavy.. the blur is gone now. I can't see anything. I can't open my eyes now. With all of my will and might I can not feel my eyes at all. They will not open. heavy. What is that? Soft voices. They sound familar some how. I am so sleepy. What kind of dream is this? I'm being pulled. Softly, I'm being pulled softly. I don't feel arms around me.Everything is so quiet. Quiet now. I am so tierd. Next stage of sleep. I feel no pressure at all. I'm sleepy, oh so sleepy. I'm falling a sleep. I can't open my eyes. The tingle has covered my whole body. It's creepping in my hair. A itch I can not scratch. Maybe I drank to much wine. I don't remember drinking any wine. But thats how it feels. Sleepy,tingling deep sleep is coming.It's softer now. I bearly notice, I just barely,.. the pulling feeling. It feels some how far away. everything feels far away. Even the drumming is ... Drumming, slowly drumming, softly the drumming is disappearing. The drumming is far away. Funny through, it feels like a heart beat. Heart beats don't slip softly away. Heart beats don't go away. I'm just falling asleep. Heavy, heavy, sleep, will I ever wake,............................................................up? My thoughts are so quiet now.. even my thoughts seem as if....to....be.....floating away...I'm just so sleepy.....no...it's nothing......(softly The thought comes)...I'm dying......
The last image is not darkness or black, but white, For 1/8 of a second a white sheet is all that he sees, and gone,nothing but quietness is left. The room is quiet but you can still feel his presance. There is still sweat on his brow. I wonder, did he know he was dying or did his mind leave way before. His hands are cold but I can still feel warmth from his body. His eyes look human and soft but still and lifeless. What is it about the eyes. How do you describe what it looks like when life leaves. You know instantly. It's as if somebody turned off a light. In the end your here and then your gone just like that. He's all alone. I wonder if he was a good man. No one came to see him. I was the only one. I said goodbye to a stranger for six dollars and hour. Now I will clean his dead body, quietly. The rooms feels so empty. I am still but you can feel the loss. For now I will love him, but hours from now I will not allow myself to think of him. I will not hold his spirit here and I will never think of him again. There will be others. I will remember the numbers, maybe, but I will not remember the dead I have cared for. I will only know them while I prepare them. That's it. I don't want to be any closer to death. Good bye MR.302,Goodbye.