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I open my eyes. I'm lying down.
I see no light. I hear no sound.
I feel a draft. It feels so cold.
I remember being young and now so old.
My hands are stiff and heavy, too.
My skin is cold and a shade of blue.
I struggle myself to lift my hand,
only to feel wood and grains of sand.
A horrible stench lingers around, as I lay helplessly
beneath the ground.
I see but a glimmer on my left hand and come to realize that it's my wedding band.
I can now remember why I'm here.
And that is because he didn't care.
I can still smell the booze that lay on breath.
For that is what caused my accidental death.
I can see myself in his car, driving away from the town's local bar.
He couldn't see well, and I offered to drive.
And if I had, I'd still be alive.
But he refused, saying he was fine as he guzzled down his last sip of wine.
The next thing I saw were many blue lights, which soon faded in the dark of the night.
I can't help but to wonder why was it me.
I guess it's one of those "it was meant to be."