I awoke suddenly, something wasn’t right.
I felt cold but not like the “I-was-outside-in-a-light-sweater-during-winter” kind of cold; it was in my bones.
I could smell myself. What is it? Have I stopped taking showers? The smell reminds me of soap, old perfume, and an elderly hospital.
Underneath me was comfortable at least. The material was smooth and cushion like.

“She looks beautiful.”

Who was that?
I opened my eyes to see my parents hovering over me. What is going on?
I moved my legs, but my knees loudly hit against something. I sat up to see that there was a hard wooden cover closed over my lower half.
This wasn’t a bed , it was my coffin.
I look my parents in the face, their tears streaming down their cheeks.
I slowly maneuvered my way out of my death bed, it was a rich red color of wood with beautiful silver handles.
I looked over myself. My face looked perfect, like a doll I used to own when I was younger. I looked lifeless, but I was dead after all.

“It’s a tragedy.”

Yeah, it really is.