DEATH

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The early riser chirping, morning sun beams Peeking through the clouds. Birds about their morning rituals and a gentle breeze. The sparrow was sitting near by windowpane singing the song closer to my heart reminding me how beautiful life is. As the day advanced the rush increased. I woke up from my bed. "knock knock" sound came from my bedroom's door... She entered. "Good morning" she said with the delightful greetings. "Good morning" i replied."Get ready for the breakfast " she said and left the room. Instantly the cold breeze entered inside the room, full of magic filled with the promise of a new beginning. I was staring at the window. Suddenly a shadow crossed infront of my closed eyes blocking out morning sunlight warming my eyelids with soft red glow. A gentle wind caressed my cheek, exhale from the lips of her. "Breakfast is ready" she wishpired. There was a joy in how she did it as if for a moment she was happily absorbed by a feeling of love that played in her subtle smile and soft gaze. Then she brought it over her and mine brekfast that became part of the rythm of our lives together. For the first time ever i could see everyday of my future and i wanted it.i would want to stay and be apart of it more than anything i've everwanted. After the breakfast i got ready for office. It was like a normal day. "I am leaving for office" i said."Ok bye! Have a great day" she replied. I quickly left the house, I was crossing the road in front of my house. Straight away i felt discomfort in the centre of my chest. It felt like squeezed. Instantly i blacked out. It was heart attack. I was dead...
THE END

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