Last night I dreamt of dying.

But, it was fine.

It was kind.

It felt like a familiar embrace, warming my heart.

Holding me dearly, as though I was once again precious.

Drifting, not falling.


I let my arms rest.

My fingers relaxed.

I took in air and released it out without labor.

Without pain.

Without fear.

I looked up at the eyes looking down upon me.

They were kind.

They were forgiving.

I was forgiven.

Wiped clean.

Oh, to be clean.

I woke up.