Steve was panicking. Of course he was.
He could hear his own funeral being held out but he couldn't move a muscle.
His own freaking funeral.
He could hear it.
He was isolated in the darkness, separated by a veil that were his own eyelids. He couldn't even move them.
The last memory he had was a painful one. Literally. He remembered how he cracked his own freaking skull open and fell dead.
Dead.
Was he dead now??
Was there no afterlife??
Was that the reason he could hear his own freaking funeral but could not bat an eyelid at it??
Steve didn't know. He didn't plan to know either. His head was beginning to ache from all the information he couldn't process.
Let's just sleep it out.
He decided. After all, if this were just a dream, someone would wake him up. One thing was sure.
Dream or not, this was a nightmare.
