Dreaming Of My Death

Date: 3/31/2018

I was in a cafe(?) or some sort, and I felt that I had not much time to live. That was when a old metal steam-train stopped nearby the cafe. I got up and slowly walked out into the misty, old London-like street. The cafe owner, who was a fat woman, gave me a final wave, with a smile. I quietly stepped into the train and sat on a comfortable chair. As the train chugged on, my breath started to faint, and I started to feel like I'm dying slowly. I smiled when I gave a last breath, looking at the beautiful scenery beyond the rusty window.