Ever After

I can't call this a happy ever after. This life of mine has memorized all ways to mess with me. I've grown tired of the countless days spent in bed, weeping the lost of loved ones, the lost of putrid foes and the lost of opportunities that will never again knock upon my now old and cracked door. There was no perfect prince to come to my rescue in the end. I have missed you John. The countless quarrels we had over all senseless things. I suppose I'll join you soon. There weren't any talking animals either, only my pet goldfish named Fred. He died when I was five. My loving children have left me here inside of this nursing home in which I call home. I am weak. No longer able to see. No longer able to walk on my own. My heart barely beats as my breathing grows shallow. Before I go to face this "great beyond", these dull grey eyes of mine can finally see the sun set. It's sprawled lazily against my hospice bed, peeping through the window. The ageing oranges come as the bright yellows disappear. Before I close my eyelids and bid a farewell, I watch the sun come to an end. Shiny stars hang high in the midnight sky. I smirk. My life hasn't been too bad. My wrinkly eyelids droop as the heart rate moniter beeps uncontrollably.