But last night, I was a soldier stuck in a building. And there were shells going off everywhere. The windows rattled. The room I was in was all broken up. And in the process of running and sheltering I knew I was shot.
I stumbled into a room. It was grey with dust. And everything shook as the building rumbled under the assault of more army men and more enemies.
I let myself fall down on the floor. I was shot. And I knew I'd die there. On that spot where I lied. And I slowly anticipated it coming. Listening to people overtake the building.
The building was immaterial now. I lied there and imagined crossing the gate of life and death. Today I would be there. Standing on the other end. And perhaps it would be an evening there. It might be night and I might be standing under the lamp post near the gate. Would I remember that I lied on the ground alive just a few seconds ago?
I was glad. All troubles of life and routine all gone. And I'd fall into the embrace of the new.
And I lied there, waiting..........