I wake up to the sound of an alarm. I think about last I remember. The loaded gun to my head. Did I faint? If I did, how did I get back in my bed?
No time to think about it. I get up to perform my morning ritual. I pee first, and then I start to brush my teeth, and I get a text. I pull the phone out of my pants pocket. How did it get there?
The text is from the fallen. It says, "I love you." I return to brushing my teeth and I see a hole in my head. I remember something I read a while back.
That sometimes suicide attempts with guns fail. I'm in a coma. And then I realize I'm happy. I am not depressed anymore. I can live with this. A dream world where my life is great.
I'm happy.
