Posted
7:51 PM
by Alfred
All Jeremy could see was red. Red everywhere. Deep, dark, blood red. Rather than stirring any kind of panic in him, however, the vision made him feel oddly at peace. There was certainty, finality, in the red. Life was messy, but death was clean, death was a hard cold fact. Lives were varying, life engendered conflict, complication, traumas and tragedies, but death brought simply a sweet and irrevocable ending. Jeremy felt his dream self, and possibly his sleeping physical form, smile widely. Yes. Death was the answer, death was the ultimate gift, and he was prepared to do what he had to do. First, though, he’d sleep a little longer and enjoy this fine, red, relaxing dream.
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