MuerteUna vez soñé con la muerte. Se veía como un enorme espacio lleno de nada, pero estoy bastante segura de que era más pequeño de lo que parecía. No era un vacío, pero realmente no había nada ni nadie aparte de mí. Estaba encogida, abrazando mis rodillas, sólo flotando, gentil, lentamente, sintiendo nada. Sin necesidad de respirar (no importaba cuánto me gustase), sin deseo de abrir los ojos. No pensaba en cómo mi cabello no se movía como debe ser, o cómo estaba vestida sólo con una bata, sin el frío que me abrumara. Más o menos, no estaba pensando, en lo absolu
DeathI dreamt once about death. It seemed like a huge space of nothingness, but I'm pretty sure that it was smaller than it looked. It was nothing like a void, but there really was nothing, and no one besides me. I was crawled, holding my knees, just floating, gently, slowly, feeling nothing. Not a need for breathing (it didn't matter how much I enjoy it), not a desire to open my eyes. I didn't think of how my hair wasn't moving as it's supposed to, or how I was only in robes with no cold overwhelming me. Pretty much, I wasn't thinking at all. I think there was no need to.It wasn't like I didn't feel anything anymore, though. I could recall each