Funny thing is, I imagined death to be somewhat of a sting; much like a bee's, except I would be in an induced coma with bright lights and soft clouds. Some people dream of their deaths, don't they? I haven't thought of it, but these ideas run through your mind when you're about to be hit by an oncoming bus in shock.

 

Surprisingly, I still heard my heart beat dry and my oxygen intake fasten. What happened? How did I survive this traumatic ordeal?

 

Three, four, my breath.

 

That was not the case as I was able to wake up with a few scratches and bruises, except death was way far fetched than I had thought. 

 

The only breath of air came from you. The sun's embrace, a guardian angel.

 

Five, six, my entire body walks, only seeing you.