Everything Was Much Easy, When I Was Dead.

God Said I Was His Favorite

To be honest, i don't know what weather it was when it happened. All i can recall is the blur, a word ''sorry'' and an object falling off from my hand. I think i wasn't even outside, i was IN somewhere, like the colors weren't dark or bright, it was red. Might be a wallpaper inside a house? curtains? just a wall? THE HELL I KNOW, I DON'T REMEMBER A THING, besides those three things of course.

Anyways, what's that smell and why is it dark, something feels fluffy, the hell am i at? and these whispering...god damn it people, talk normally, it plays on my nerves.

Wait, somethings off, why do i clearly hear my thoughts, why am i seeing nothing, it's not darkness, it's nothing, Jesus somethings getting warm. Why the hell am i feeling like i haven't been moved for centuries, my whole body feels numb.

Okay now my heart is getting faster, what the fuck is happening, who is talking for that long? what are those sobbing...damn, people don't have a sympathy, THERE ARE PEOPLE LIVING HERE, CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP??

Something twitched...oh shit, my head hurts so bad, and the eyes, and hands, also legs, and boobs too. don't ask me about that. No wait, it wasn't boobs, it was chest, meh what's the difference.

Shit, somethings shining in my eyes, GOD DAMN IT, GET THAT LAMP AWAY FROM.

FINALLY I CAN FEEL MY BODY. WHAT THE HELL IS THAT LIGHTNING.

Somethings preventing my eyes to open, but as i force them to do their thing, all i can see is a clean, smooth blue sky.

the voices in my ears keeps mumbling, i can't properly different the words from each other.

The bed feels comfortable, but is it thin in width?

Wait. A. Minute. This isn't a bed. I'm not in the building. Why am i wearing a black suit.

As i formed the next thousand questions in my head, i got up. And oh god, wish that i didn't

3 people out of crowed started screaming, the guy and the woman that was crying, has dropped their jaws. A middle aged man dressed in a pope-like something, started saying words faster and quietly. And rest of them stared at me like they just saw a fucking zombie. Honestly, the tone i had and the words i said after, are still my favorite. God, i'm hilarious.

''Holy shit, did i just crushed my own funeral?''