He did not hear the whispering anymore.
The gentle breath did not tickle and caress his mind with sound. He laid on the ground where he had been for the last ten days.
He imagined his body decaying. Soon his soul would break from his fleshy prison and soar high above humanity. Away from pain and suffering. Then thoughts came to him. No more drinking of wine and laughter. No more feeling his wife’s touch or walking together in the woods.
He did not know whether he should consider himself dead or alive.
He felt the taste of blood in his mouth. Was it his? Where did it come from? He was cold and he felt his body was broken. But why had he suddenly become aware of his senses…..