It's Time
He lay in bed, simply along for the ride that his failing system was offering. Slow, hesitant and lurching, his heart and lungs begin to resign themselves to the finality and say goodbye to tissue and fiber.
His entire body from cell to bone, united in adagio, pulls him deeper into peaceful darkness. Sounds fade, visions spill to blur and he is gone. First nothing, then nothing, and nothing again. Consciousness suspended.
Then, baby boots and smiling faces surround him. What year could it be this time?