Not... Just... Yet...
Flatlines
The view was spectacular, panoramic, and in technicolor.
The seascape matched my mood and varied from aqua to indigo blue. The waves lovingly lulled me to sleep.
I dreamed dreams peppered with somatic events. Each event was progressively more difficult to distinguish, yet somehow removed doubts regarding the existence or circumference of Maya’s wheel.
I floated above my physical body and watched from what must have been the astral plane.
Someone muttered, “Let’s call it.”
Without impulse, I began pleading silently with my heart to respond accordingly… refute stillness… pump blood… beat.
A clock ticked incessantly, and then the same someone commanded, “That is enough. Call it.”
The 12-lead ECG released a resounding bleep, synced itself with a fire red streak numbered 3, then etched a series of peaked, squiggly lines.
I floated down, re-joined my physical being, and released a sigh.
Apparently, there is more planned for me.
Originally published in The Scriber’s Nook, a Medium Publication (May 10, 2023)