“I’m not ready to die, you know.”
” but then, when you die, you’re dead and there’s not much you can do.”
“What?” She said, looking startled.
“Dead. You can’t do a whole lot once you are dead. .”
“Deceased. No longer breathing on any kind of regular basis. Or on any kind of basis.”
“Oh” she said.
“I suppose you are right”
” I had better keep breathing then. I have a few more things to do. Things I won’t be able to do dead.”
( written after being woken at 2 a.m.)