Fiction Prose: My Last Few Minutes

I'm tired of fighting this disease

Lying on this hospital bed

Trying to sleep

And waiting to get over with...

MY LAST FEW MINUTES

Why Me?

And the next second I lament it.

Try envisaging my deceased mother  

The blurred hallucination

Those dark beautiful long black hair is all I can see

*

Now I’m running after the bus

And I miss the school assembly

I’m on this stage in front of hundreds of people

Giving me the standing ovation

On top of her

Contented I feel

Seeing her getting the very first orgasm

The birth of our son

And then daughter

Those little first steps

But why the divorce papers

*

I see thousands of butterflies in this room now

Tickling my thoughts

I so wanted them in my whole life but

Right now I don’t want

These shiny little things to make me sway with them

*

My grandmother, grandfather,

My darling little sister

All of them standing in one corner of this room

Are smiling at me with their arms wide spread

But

Why the hell I can’t

Cannot see the face of my mom

The woman I have loved my entire existence

Even after she left me

* 

The next moment I’m very scared

Factually shivering

“This is not / can’t be happening”

People have been talking about him

Even read in so many books

I see this man now

Standing at the other corner of this room

From top to bottom fully clad in black

Face dark red in color

Eyes dazzling at me

A slight smile as if saying

“I’m here for you”

“What did I do?

What wrong have I done?

But I was penalized, wasn’t I?”

*

He’s now been thrown out of the window

Without the glass being splintered to pieces

Beautiful seraphim

I’ve been searching for my entire life is here

Here to rescue me

I smile

And try to see her face

To see her smile

And all I see is a willowy figure

With golden wings spread out

Shining like a lightening

An urge within me wants to be with her

Wants her to hold me

Wants her to say

“You’re safe”

* 

My breathing is swift now

Getting heavier and heavier

Look at me

Show me your face

I say it in my mind now

The next moment

She’s holding my hand

I now look around

The room is murky

Only the dim lamp is on

My son and daughter in law

Sleeping on the couch

A little away from me

I see them clearly

I look at them

I smile at them

I know they will miss me

Then

I look at my seraphim

Oh! My God is all I say

It’s my mom

This seraphim is in fact my mom

I smile at her

And she smiles at me

And

After a few seconds

I close my eyes

After a few more seconds

She’s holding me affectionately

*

I’m flying with her now

To be with her for the rest of my

Heavenly Adventures …