“You need to live a little”
I did. I remember doing it. It was fun. I stared for hours at one thing, not moving my eyes from a single point, trying to memorize the texture, consistency, curvature, and so much more. A silly brain like mine could never handle such a daunting task, so instead, stupefied, I let the radiance shine itself into me. I held my breath. I squirmed. I forcefully closed my eyes and opened them again endlessly; all for a sleeping beauty now awaken.
With her naked body sprawled on the clouds of my bedsheets, her presence became an optical illusion that I thought would last forever. But all clouds turn heavy from the gravity of their own beauty, and from them pours rain. The white fluff that cradled her to sleep became a lightning bolt that struck me, and the heart that couldn’t stop beating, that almost woke her up, flat-lined. Now sir, I can’t live a little when I have already died.