The first thing I remember is the pain being gone.
I had fallen asleep in a noisy room of white, surrounded by blurry faces and beeping monitors.
I awoke in a dream of black.
Looking around, I squinted in the quiet darkness.
Then I caught the dull glimmer in their lifeless eyes.
Stepping forward, their pale forms became the only light.
The dead stared back at me with cold, analyzing gazes.
“Where am I?” I asked. They did not answer.
Instead, they each held out their hand, and looking up at them, I reached for the closest grip.
I got to my feet and followed them, hand in hand, into the darkness, feeling home at last.
No more light, no more lies, no more pain, only peace.