When death pays you a visit ! I died one day; I was laid to rest in our backyard. I always saw life as the best grooming ground, preparing oneself for the truth, afterlife. Though I lay dead, cold and motionless, the lasting taste of the preceeding gasp of life was still sweet in flavor at tongue tip. The yearning to be on the other side was irresistible. One night, I waked up hearing few knocks at the door. As I hurried past downstairs, I noticed, time was past midnight. Bang, bang it kept on coming. It largely appeared as a plea for an urgent response. As I unlocked the door in haste, I saw me; standing on the other side of the open door. It was me on the either side of it! ~ PeppeBoy 🦋
