Im drowning in a stream or ocean and I cant breathe. I see no land as I struggle to swim. I wish I had learned.
I wash up on shore and I can taste the sand in my mouth as I gasp. I choke up water and the sun shines on me from up above. I am alive but I don’t know where I am.
I stand up and look around beyond the miles of sand. I don’t know what would be worse to drown or die of hunger in the sand.
I decided to walk through the sand. I had nothing on but a bra and jean shorts. My shoes were gone and my hair a hot frizzy puff mess. Thanks water. Damn.
I stare down at the sand watching my feet make prints. By then I am dry. No more water but not thirsty because the thought of water made me want to puke.
Before I could finally faint from my legs constantly moving I saw him.
In many stories and myths he moves the souls or takes them away for all eternity. He doesn’t look like the pictures in the books. No sickle or long blade holding on to a stick. He goes by Thanatos or the god of death but you make know him as the Grim Reaper.
He approached me and held out his hand. He wasn’t bones or pale white with a black robe. He was beautiful with green eyes and golden brown skin. His hair was black as coal yet shined like a pearl in the sun. I was inlove yet I knew he came to claim me. I was in the middle of nowhere and it was time for me to die.
A tear ran down my face as he stroked it away. He tilted my head up and smiled at me. I looked passed him to the endless desert and then back into his eyes. I had a choice to make.
I told him I wasn’t ready to give up yet. He told me he would wait for me. I grabbed his hand and told him thank you.
I made it out that desert and found my way to a forest where I now reside. You know like Tarzan minus the apes and stuff. I live in a tree and receive my nutrition from the land. I am not lonely.
He still comes around to check on me. He asked me was I ready again. I told him yes this time. I told him I would go if I could be with him forever.
I don’t know if it was all the time of loneliness or I lost all common sense in the desert but I wanted to be with him.
He accepted. So I left this world to be with death. Someone who took pleasure in taking lives and collecting them for imprisonment.
I wonder would that mean I was going to hell.