I'm dead.
Or rather, almost dead.
Trapped in that last epic moment of consciousness that happens right before life or the spirt or the electrical impulses leave the body.
I've been convinced I've been lucid dreaming for the last three weeks.
Things are too unreal.
But now I see, I died somewhere along the line.
The rest of this is just "my life flashing before mine eyes."
Nothing is real, and I can do anything I want.
For this brief, eternal moment.