Form impressions on the body as I step outside of it, looking down on it as though it were something else less than a body. An accident really, seeing as I never was much of a big picture guy…but now that I’m floating around, as I’m expected to do simply because I’m dead, I feel a huge sense of relief. All my family and friends, the ones who are still alive, are spending their time laughing and running in between drops of water, where I’ll be floating around with the rest of them. And now, since this is my reality, I’m bound to make some new friends. Every dead thing is here within the sprinkler system, between the molecules, becoming something smaller and smaller.
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