Creative Writing

I hope death feels like a kid who fell asleep on the couch watching her favorite cartoon in a family party after a long day of exploring life. I hope it feels like her father carrying her to her room like a princess. I hope it feels like the excitement mixed with tiredness after her waking up in her father’s gentle hands hearing the others’s laughters from the next room staring at her father’s warm smile. I hope it feels like a good night kiss from him. I hope it feels like the sweetest dream she could’ve ever had. I hope it feels like the type of loneliness you enjoy. The type of loneliness that isn’t really loneliness. The type of loneliness where you have you to sit and talk with you. I hope that my last breath is a “sigh” of relief. I hope it feels like the hug you did not want but needed. I hope it feels like the type of sleep after long crying. I hope it is like seeing that one friend you haven’t seen in forever. I hope it feels like taking your socks off after getting home from school. I hope it feels like 1AM’s me time movies. I hope it feels like when we were kids and nothing really mattered. I hope it feels like the relief after hearing your medical test results are normal. I hope it feels like home…