I'm dead. And yet I see through my eyes. I have an awareness about me. Not in the normal sense like I can feel things, or even see like normal. It's more like I am imprisoned. I can 'feel' the people move my lifeless corpse and dress it up like I'm just away for business. I am dead, I can't feel my pulse or draw air into my lungs. I am just a spectator now, just trapped in the body I used to wear like a glove. I need to get out, but I can't. Nothing has drawn me out, I can't go on.
I am aware of people I once knew crying over my body, wishing me safe travels, to where, I have no idea. If I don't escape now I may never know. Or maybe this is just how it is when you die. You are ever aware but are dead so you can't do anything. A soul trapped in a body no longer operable.
The casket closes, leaving everything in darkness. I am aware of the shifting wood as they lower me six feet under. I 'hear' the thumps of handfuls of dirt being thrown into the hole on top of me. Everything gradually becomes farther, more muffled. And then everything is still.
How long will it be like this? Will I eventually fade away? Or will I stay here unmoving, unbreathing, until the world ends? Even then, will I seize to be aware or am I doomed to an eternity of awareness as the dead?
Prompt: awareness after death
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