"Almost time." Miles groaned as he got up from his bed. He followed his daily routine. Headed downstairs, made himself some coffee, and went off. On his way to his car, He felt a strange pain. "Ugh, I'm too old for this."

He headed back inside, opened the drawer, took out his tablets, and sat on the couch. He counted them before tossing them in his mouth and swallowing them. He turned on the T.V. Flipping through channels, something caught his eyes. A news report claiming old people who work and deal with stress die quicker than those who retired early. "These idiots don't know anything other than to state the obvious! Of course they'd die faster!" He turned the T.V off, throwing the remote to the side. He looked at his blurry reflection on the T.V. "*sigh* I am growing old. I should retire." He said to himself outloud.

Miles got up from the couch, and headed back to his car. This time on his way there, he fainted. Luckily, his neighbor called the ambulance and he was rushed to the hospital. His family members were alerted to this, and rushed to the hospital. "I'm sorry... He won't make it. He has about 10 hours left. You may see him now." The nurse said. She clearly has done this before. The heartless expression on her face said it all. As his family members entered the room, he lay on his bed smiling. "It's over for me?" The son nodded. "Heh, had a feeling. Never really thought I'd be here though. Me on a bed, about to die, and you staring at me. Speaking of death, here it comes right now." Miles said, pointing towards It. Miles was the only one who could see it. He looked his family one last time. His heart stopped. The room filled with sadness. His son stared at him as his mother tried to call the nurse. Miles was smiling. In his last moments, he looked at those precious to him and smiled.