the grim reaper

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I watch from the borderline of the trees. This casket was smaller than the others I've seen, about a small child length. I sigh, children were just too vulnerable to scare in such a way. As the casket is lowered a weeping woman falls to the ground and who I assume is to be her husband comforts her, nothing new there. I sigh yet again, my breath fogging in the frosty air.

Roughly about ten minutes later, which felt like years, did the family finally decide to move away from the fresh grave. I  begin walking towards the child, I pull down my hood so I appear as more friendly to the child as I approach the corner of the tombstone. Her big, light brown eyes stare into my cold grey ones. "Why is mommy crying?.." I'm taken aback, usually the children are afraid of me and I have to bribe them to get them to talk...so why isn't this one? "Please, Toby, she won't answer me." the child..she...."Lily?"

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I wake up sweating, I look around in the dark and try adjust my eyes to it. I rub my eyes with the back of my hands and refresh my memory with the re-occurring dream. Lily...I never understood, I was practically born a reaper. I never had a name, I didn't have family and I most definitely didn't have a sister. So who was she? And why did she call me Toby? None of it made sense. I swing my legs over the edge of my bed and my feet are greeted by the warm and fluffy black carpet. After stretching I stand up and walk down the stairs and into my kitchen to pour myself a cold glass a water. Checking my watch I sigh as id never be able to go back to sleep and id have to wait 4, painful hours until 6am. I usually wake around 6am but with this reoccurring dream the past week has been hell and it appears as though I'm waking up an hour earlier each time. At this rate I've been contemplating buying a dream catcher but the colourful and beautiful patterns make my stomach turn.

Boy was it hard being a emotionless, grim reaper sometimes.