The softness of silk upon my hand.
The taste of melted ice cream.
The smell of flowers in May.
The sound of the rain hitting the sidewalk.
The sight of his smile.
I see all of these flash before my eyes as I hit the windshield of a bus. I never got to say goodbye to anyone. I don't even know where I was going, I just know I was heading somewhere. But all I can remember right now is silk, ice cream, flowers, rain, and a smile.
