It was a party. I was invited, but..it really wasn't my thing. Everyone was getting drunk, having fun, singing along to the music. They were celebrating..nothing. They just wanted to party. That's all it was. That's all it ever is. My friend guilted me into coming. He said there'd be girls there..I just got out of a relationship. It was great in the beginning, then as it progressed..or REgressed, I guess she just got tired of me. I was in a slump. I guess Miguel figured he was being a good friend. I appreciated it but..I guess I just wanted to be alone. To process the end of that relationship by myself. But he thought I needed to get out there. He was a good friend. It's the thought that counts I guess right?
I'm getting sleepy.
I think I'm gonna rest my head for a second.
Just gonna rest my eyes for a second.
My eyes snap open.
There's no music, there's noone, there's not even any light. I can't see anything. What...what's happening?!
I instinctively raise my hands upward to feel something solid in front of me, a wall? I push outwards, hard. I hear a hinge creak followed by light.
I sit up in what appears to be an old coffin, surrounded by blades of lush grass in the middle of a field. The wind blows through serenely pushing me slightly back. I hold myself up looking around. Dead silence. Nothing can be heard for miles. I stand up, the sky is so blue, the clouds so fluffy as they move with deathly silence across the sky.
Someone must've drugged me and put me in that coffin.
I look back at that coffin as I walk away slowly, carefully, half expecting for someone to yell "Gotcha!".
But that never happens. I get to a road finally. There are cars in the road with no occupants. As if everyone all at once abandoned their automobiles in unison.
I yell "Hello!?"
Only my echo responds.
Everyone is gone? I guess I finally got what I wanted.
