How I Imagine Death

The world turns to black as your body begins to become freezing cold. From your fingertips to your toes, you're turning into ice, but then from the cold, a warm, calming sensation rushing through your body. You're only going to sleep. It's a nice, comforting feeling. If you could move the muscles to your face still, you would be smiling. You realize that Death isn't something to fear. He's an old friend saying hello and embracing you. As your last breath fades and your heartbeat stops, Death holds your hand in his, guiding you to the afterlife.