It was a hot and sticky morning.
I was on my porch sniffing the last of my coffee cup before I hit the road to my work.
Suddenly, my life waned, all my colors turned livid before I fell.
Yes, I dropped dead.
Last week, before this conflict, a man passed by me on the road whispering in my ears. Freedom is mine, and he smiled like a freak.
Honestly, he scared me.
Now, I grasped the meaning of his words, and I considered his prediction.
Yeah, I know it's too late.
Life provides us with examples. Life works by the specific rules. We have to be good students and excellent receivers.
In life and death, we're not allowed to dream.