Deadbirds

A few days ago, I woke up to my fiance giving me the kiss good bye. She was off to work, and me, my first day off in a while. I putzed around the house until I settled on some work in my office here at home. I felt a sudden sense of nausea as I typed away, and found myself in the bathroom shortly after hovered over my sink, heaving blood. I've tasted blood from a split lip or a loose tooth as a child, but I was literally engulfed my own rusty taste of hemoglobin. Being overwhelmed, I grabbed my phone, locked up my guns, and struggled out the front door as I lost consciousness on my front yard. As I was fading out, I though that I was honestly going to die. The last thing that I wanted to do was to keel over out of sight to be discovered later, so I did indeed want to lay in plain view. I dialed 911 as I hit the ground, just before I could remember to think to speak to the operator . It was then at the hospital that I have come to realize what people might think as they die. Sitting in their bed waiting for death or living a life and fighting off death. I cried to myself like a little bitch saying "no no no no" as my sight went blank and my face sunk into the grass. If death did come at that moment, I don't even think that I would have realized it.