Skeleton (266 words)

The cold and silent embrace of death which terrified the living into fearing it wasn't all that bad once you spent some time inside of it.

Once you get over your initial fear of the unknown it becomes downright cozy and comforting.

Time becomes irrelevant and all the miniscule things that bothered you while alive fade away into the silent darkness.

Who am I? What have I done? Was I a good person? A bad person? Was I a person? Was I a pet?

All these unimportant things just *Puff* and gone they are, leaving only the comfortable feeling of weightlessness as you relax in the infinite embrace of death.

Light, bright scorching light burns into my eyes and causes me to scream.

I instinctively try to block it with my hand, but the results were less than satisfying as the light just shone through the many empty places my hand no longer covered.

The light was all but forgotten as I focus on the milky white thing in front of my face where my hand should have been.

My jaw goes slack as I look unbelieving at the orderly assembled bones that form a skin, muscle, blood and fleshless hand.

By all means this shouldn't be possible.

With nothing keeping those bones together it should have long fallen apart under the effect of gravity and yet here it is, trying to block out as much of the light which no longer seemed as blaring as it did in the beginning.

'Am I freaking skeleton?' The thought was more of a realization than an actual question