A Pillow can be soft and plump when you lay your head on it. Of all the things imaginable, a warm bed is what calls to me. However, the stone presses against me bringing unbearable pain in the hours of slumber. The only cushion I feel is the piece of me I am supposed to hear with. The earth is not so kind, as it is numbed. Around me is stone and rocks. I hear my breath and see it dissipate. One puff of oxygen lost and just maybe, there are a few hundred left. I look down at my dimmed phone screen. It still glows steadily even though it is doomed to die- soon so will I. The cold ground beneath me starts to quiver ever so slightly. It only stops briefly before continuing stronger and stronger. Then, the dust decides to defy the force of gravity. I cough in fits, being choked. Ringing starts in my ear. I do all I can to cover it while hacking up what I have left in my lungs. The rumbling starts again. It looms closer- and closer. It will not end. I can’t hear anymore. I can no longer see properly. What more shall I suffer? Until finally, everything stops. My lungs are free. My ears are clear. My eyes can see what is in front of me. And then it is too late to look away. My feet suddenly numb and I look down. They are solid as stone. I look up at the beautiful eyes that have doomed me once more, before slipping into pure bliss.
The End
