Falling, down a dark hole, I wonder if this is the end. Do I die falling like Alice? Doubting I am lucky enough to be headed to some place such as Wonderland, I begin to think on my family and friends. How are they going to feel? Will I be missed? A sadness passes over me as I think of the people I will never see again, a true love I will never experience, a happiness I will never encounter. The light up above gets smaller and smaller and darkness is starting to take over, where I can barely even see my hand in front of my face. Acceptance is what I feel next. Acceptance of the fact that I am going die and that a funeral will be held with no body. I take in a deep breath and suddenly I am thinking no more.
