As soon as I take a breath, I know I’m dead. I can tell by the taste of the wind. It doesn’t taste bad or anything. It doesn’t taste sweet or salty or spicy or minty or anything. It’s just nothing. Not like water flavored nothing, just nothing. It feels-tastes so empty, void of anything at all. The wind picks up again and a nothing breeze starts to dance among the grass around me. That’s when I realize, I’m in a field. I don’t see anyone, or anything else there—just yards and yards of grass. It all reminds me of daydreams I used to have—a quiet field with a light, calming breeze. Except, my field of fantasy had flowers-lavenders-but this field showed no sign of life other than me, the grass, and the wind. I walked around for a while, or maybe it wasn’t a while , I couldn’t tell honestly. I saw nothing and no one but the grass. I felt the breeze, of course, but I could not see it. I began to wonder if this was some sort of punishment. What could I have done during my living to deserve this…void? But, no, I don’t think I did anything. From the small flickers of memory I had, it didn’t seem like I was a particularly bad person. I lived…somewhere, and ran a coffee?, no tea, shop. Maybe I poisoned people or something? Whatever, not that any of that matters now I guess. There is then a sudden rustle in the grass.

“You,” said the thing.

“Yes?” I responded.

“What are you doing Here?” It rasped. “Well, I am dead, aren’t I?” The thing squinted at me, “I see,” and then mumbled something I couldn’t understand before speaking up again.

“Go to sleep Alex” Huh. I guess that was my name.

“Why,” I asked with a yawn.

“You are tired, aren’t you?” Yes, I realized, I was very tired. So tired, in fact, I decided it was time for a nap.

“Goodnight thing” The thing started to respond but I closed my eyes before i could make out what it said.