At first she felt nothing as the waves hit her. Then slowly the pain started. It was like sinking into gooey yellow custard. It enveloped her from all sides and left her fighting for breath. She had to remind herself to breathe so that she may stay alive. It was not that Death was not reassuring. After all, what does one know about the other side? True, religion painted a rosy picture, angels and all.
“Or was it cherubs?” she wondered out loud inside her head. Anyway, the important bit was staying alive. It not had been like this always. There had been happier days, laughter, tinkling laughter like the pealing together of many tiny bells, days spent in anticipation, waiting breathlessly for the rosy future to happen yet. All that seemed now like a distant memory, fast receding into the depths.
Gradually the pain went away and all became still. She thought she sensed movement out of the corner of her eye but no, that had to be an illusion. Her mind was trying to trick her again. Of course she could not see a thing with all that inky blackness around her.
