It's cold. Why is it so cold? It was a beautiful summer day last time I checked. The sun was shining her glory to everyone. We peasants were basking in it. I remember hearing the whistling of leaves. It was extremely windy today. The sound of running leaves on the ground was quite loud and the rustling of the branches were in such an outrageous choir. I usually hate summer but today was pleasant. The clouds were sort of picturesque, like how you remember clouds as a child. Sort of big and puffy, like a huge bouncy castle. There was a sticky sweet smell in the air. But that was probably because I was passing the bakery. It was such a perfect day

Now I am sort of standing in the dark, but it isn't dark. Like the type of dark where you can see around you but you can't really see clearly. I hope that makes sense because it isn't to me. I wasn't exactly not clothed but I was covered. I usually don't like it but for some reason I don't mind it right now. I feel comfortable.

Standing in the room makes me feel uncertain. Like in your conscience you feel safe but there is uncertainty lurking around the corner. I usually only feel like that at nighttime. But it isn't nighttime now. Is it daytime? No, it doesn't feel like it. I don't think there is the concept of time here. Time plays here but it does not need to work. It feels like this is the place where you spend your leisure time so carelessly.

Why does it feel like there are a million people here yet I see no one? It is so cramped here; I feel like I can't breathe properly. I take one step forward and I learn I could walk. I start walking around this area, exploring it. But I am fooling myself. There is nothing here to explore. Or so I thought.

There was a beautiful young man sitting on the floor. He was just sitting there, stretched out, sitting so handsomely. He looked so cleanly polished. Everything from his hair to barefooted feet looked so well cared for. But he was too beautiful. I tend to not trust really beautiful people. They feel too perfect to the point where you know, even if it's not true, that there is just something off, even though you can't exactly know.

"You can trust me though," the man says. He looks directly at me and smiles so humbly. He starts to have those laugh lines around his eyes which didn't make them so cold. It's not like they were cold before but they look warmer now. He is dressed the same as me. Not exactly not clothed but not exactly wearing clothes. It fixes his look. I cannot lie: He is the most attractive person I have ever met.

"Why should I?" I ask. Nervousness. That is what it is now. It was working fast, this icy cold nervousness coursing throughout my entire being.

"Well everyone seems to trust me. But now that you say it, it does seem strange to me. They just do, well except you," he looks at me and his smile makes me reluctantly trust him a little bit. "Plus, you did well in your time, so you should have nothing to fear. I should know. So with that being said you should trust me."

I smiled even though I wasn't supposed to. "That really isn't enough proof to show that I should trust you. Plus what do you mean 'I did well in my time'? What do I have to fear?" I wasn't scared. Why should I be?

He patted the spot next to him, beckoning me to come sit next to him. I did so unconsciously. I sat down and started to rock back and forth lightly. The man is not placing the burden of having a conversation on us. He is occupied with staring into the nonbeing.

Then out of nowhere the man kisses me. It was the best kiss I have ever had. The lips were so soft and velvety. It was like he had a lot of practice. It tasted so delicious. He wasn't rough or possessive or did anything that turned me off. It was beautiful, if I am telling the truth. The world put the best feelings in the world and made it into this marvelous person. 

But I didn't like it. It was like he was forced into suddenly kissing me. It was love but cruelly timed.

The man pulled away and suddenly looked terrified. It was like he realized what he did. But why did he do it if it made him scared? His eyes were bulging and he was breathing so heavily. He was pulling his hair, muttering to himself to the point of crying. He looks towards me and kisses me again, and this time I share his terror. He pulled away and looked me dead in the eye.

"Listen to me, closely," he said urgently. "My name is Death. Yes, Death! I know you called me something else in your life but that is what most called me. You are about to go. You were supposed to be here longer. I don't know why they made me do it so early. I wasn't supposed to do- that so soon. Just know that you did good in your time, and that you were right and fair and just and good. Tell them that I said that. Okay. You understand? Okay! You will be safe from here on out."

The sound of a bell ringing was loud in this area. I covered my ears to block out the noise. The man, Death, was still talking. But I couldn't make out the words he was saying anymore. It was like the place around me was swirling around, it was disappearing right in front of my eyes into what I can best describe as sand. Just flowing away.