As you gazed around in this new environment, you can't seem to help feeling like you've been here before, you try to recollect your memories and you do remember.
"This is where my dad would take me, to watch the stars and tell all the cool things about space and stars." You said
And as I walked you to a cliff, you saw the town you grew up in. Then the world started turning faster, as if it was in fast forward, until it was unrecognizable.
"Where are we now?" You asked with curiousity and anxiety.
"We are at the present, the exact moment you died" I said while walking to an oddly familiar place to you.
"This... this is my parents house." You said.
You walked inside, and to your surprise. Everything has been the same since you left, or as you remember it to be.
You walk into your room, and you get nostalgic.
"Lot's of fun things happened here." You said,
"And lot's of bad things happened here too." I replied.
You walk around as to not get emotional, then you walk into your parents bedroom. And you see your mom, sleeping all by herself.
"Yep, lot's of bad things happened here." You said,
You have never gotten over the fact that you dad died, and you think to yourself that your children are lucky for not even remembering you that well.
"Your mom is lucky enough, she can't remember anyone." I said jokingly
You didn't take that quite nicely and walked out yourself and as you gradually walked further and further.
The world transitioned back into the dark and cold world, then as fast as it changed, it transitioned again to a place more recognizable, your home.
YOU ARE READING
You.
Short StoryYou've just died, and you're here with me. In a blank, and familar place. Based on the stort by Andy Weir "The Egg"
