Ms. Hall
English 101
11/7/2013
Life Turned Upside Down Last night I wore a deadman’s underwear. I don’t know how it happened. Everything was so perfect, in a moment I saw a vision of my life. It was exactly how I wanted it to be. A house out in the middle of the desert somewhere; plenty of horses to ride, cows to milk, and chickens to feed. But most importantly, he was there right by my side the entire time. One moment we would be together for the rest of our lives and in the next, he was gone. All it took was a moment, 56 seconds, less than a minute. That’s how long it took for me to get up off the couch, walk into the kitchen, grab a couple beers from the fridge, open them, hear gasping coming from my fiancé’s direction followed by the sound of glass shattering and my footprints harshly hitting the ground as I ran back to find his shaking body. Face blue, still gasping for any single little breath he could find, eyes rolled back inside his head, body twitching in quick awkward movements and I was completely clueless as to how I could help him. Heart racing I called for an ambulance; they arrived shortly and took him to the hospital.
The seizing stopped mid way, unfortunately, his consciousness was never regained. Soon after our arrival, his heart stopped. No paramedic or doctor could bring him back. So there I was, standing over his dead body lying in that hospital bed, hearing the doctors explain how he died from a brain hemorrhage and how there was nothing they could have done, or that I could have done, to have seen it coming. And in that moment, looking at this pale stranger, all I could think of was how I wish I grabbed some pants before I left the house. All that I could resurface about my current predicament was how ridiculous I must look leaning over this shell of a man that I once surrounded my life upon wearing nothing but an undershirt and his pair of lucky charmed boxers. How silly I must have looked in that deadman’s underwear.
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