posted on Dec, 23 2018 @ 09:30 PM
Like any other day, I woke up, and yawned,"Dammmnnnnnn....It's morning already?"
Unlike any other day, someone replied,"Not really."
I quickly turned my head in the direction of where those words came from,
because I thought I was alone, plus, that is just spooky.
Being as it was 4 a.m. the room was still dark, but my eyes quickly focused
onto a darker shadow.
Confussed as to what I was looking at, I utter,"What the hell?" as a small figure stepped
"Oh no no no no.", came the response,"That is not my department."
So now that I know that it was indeed not my imagination, and that someone was in my room,
I do the only reasonable thing it seems one should do. I jump out of bed at break neck speed,
while also tangling my leg up in the covers.
Luckily I catch myself before my face smacks off the floor, and then get back up to a
standing position, via the squat/thrust method.
As I got ready for an obviouse attack,"Don't be alarmed." was what I heard.
Still confussed, and getting kind of angry at this situation, I said,"You better have
a great reason for being here." Which I admit sounds like I was being an ass.
An answer of, "Please. No need to be rude." , kind of caught me off guard.
"Rude?!" I felt my anger grow tremendously. "Your in my room Pal!"
"Again. Not really." then silence.
I finally had a thought that I could have used earlier. I turned on the light beside my bed.
Turning my face from the light I saw what was in my room.
I gasped, "I must be dreaming. This can't be real."
Standing before me was my mother. She died 25 years ago.
"Mom?" I softly spoke.
"No." Came a calm and gentle reply.
"Then why do you look like my Mother?" I asked, feeling a saddness wash over me.
"Because I know your mother, and I know you. I am Death."
"I had always imagined you as a scyth wielding, skeleton in a cloak?" I said half jokingly,
becoming more curious about the events that where unfolding.
"You could always make her laugh and smile with your humor.", Death said with a giggle.
As I sit back down on my bed I sighed,"Well. What happens now?"
"There is no now. There is no yesterday. There is no tomorrow." Death held her,
hand out. "We have to go now."
I stand up and look at Death. As I reach for Death's hand I lower my gaze and tilt my head.
I felt myself becoming parylized as I noticed the reflection of the scyth in my window being held
by a boney hand.
Merry Christmas to you and yours.
The is my Great Big Fat Christmas gift to you.