The room is silent. This is the blissful silence that makes you feel warm and soft, the initial before-death silence. Am I dying, then?

People in the room, one-two-three. Plus the baby that makes four. Who is the third person? Did he come? There is a peaceful moment of waiting then nothing.

It is warm in the floaty place where the girl is now. She sees before her a life, played out like a moving picture. Sweet honey oh I love oh you I love….

It takes her a moment hello little girl then that is it goodbye

From the outside, there is a brief sigh and the girl dies. Her eyes are closed and her body functions no longer but her mind will be going for hours to come.

In the moment of final judgment there is a pang, she misses her love. But she will see him again in time please God yes, does he know she’s gone, there’s a light I hear laughter.

To the world, there is nothing left. No memory but infants who will soon be lied about.

In the moment after their mother’s death, the twin infants embrace and begin to cry. There’s nothing in the secret garden where are the people but images of blue and white where’d they go?  Arms; warm, tiny, a girl that’s a start they are carried away into the night.

current mood: crazy