Post by Charles Mortensen on Mar 3, 2008 19:20:00 GMT -5
Charles opened his eyes suddenly. It was strange; he felt nothing. No pain, no fear, not even an itch. He felt cool and weightless. Slowly he sat up and looked around the room. He was in a very cozy-looking house; nothing too large or fancy. How had he ended up here? Where was here?
He stood up and looked around a little more. The house was a bit messy, and it was modestly-decorated. But he could tell that the people who lived here were happy. That wasn't something he was used to in his life. Happiness. What was it like, anyway?
As he looked around, his gaze fell on something he had never expected to see. His own body, lying prone beneath his feet. He was stiff and pale, his eyes wide and staring.
So that was it, then. He was dead. "Bloody hell," he mumbled.
He stood up and looked around a little more. The house was a bit messy, and it was modestly-decorated. But he could tell that the people who lived here were happy. That wasn't something he was used to in his life. Happiness. What was it like, anyway?
As he looked around, his gaze fell on something he had never expected to see. His own body, lying prone beneath his feet. He was stiff and pale, his eyes wide and staring.
So that was it, then. He was dead. "Bloody hell," he mumbled.
