DEATH. P.1

Bare skinned, she lay down on her silk covers
Her body caressing the soft material.
She lay in comfort yet shaking with the large amount of anxiety.
As she shut her heavy felt eyes, letting the tears stream down her cheeks, falling onto the silk beneath her.
She lay there completely sunken into her bed as if it swallowed her up.
She stayed still, yet the urges to fight where vigorous bus she remained powerless and incapable.

Minutes felt like hours. Shortly the extreme fatigue pulled her down even deeper into the mattress.
Suddenly and sharply she gets a sense of drifting,
She no longer feels the soft silk against her skin or the warmth it brings. Instead she feels freezing cold water that is so cold it felt like a thousand needles pricking her delicate young skin.
As she lay with her eyes tightly shut, she suddenly realises she is floating on a bed of freezing cold water 5,000 ft deep.
She remembers that she can't swim.
She feels so dull that she doesn't react as she begins to sink.
She becomes filled with apathy. Not an ounce of her wants to resist.
She no longer fears taking her last breath, as the water fills up her lungs. She sinks further  into the dark depths of the icey water.
Getting ready for her final exit she departs from her life and begins her external rest.