White light sure was bright.
Really warm for about a minute or so.
Like right before you faint.
Then icy cool. In a good way.
Like when I donated plasma and they gave me back some chilled cells.
A total rush I hoped would last. Keep going.
Cruising through my veins.
Not like orgasms – much too brief.
Yet I was now empty. Lifeless. Lightness.
Unlike anything.
Maybe like a bird just gliding on a breeze.
No, more like Helen Keller paralysis.
I thought I could feel.
Yet nothing tactile to confirm or deny.
Silence.
Hard drive erased.
Emptiness. Literally.
A liberation of soul.
No memory of past.
No sense of self.
Fatigue  overwhelming and all consuming.
I generously succumb.
Longing again for the serenity of the womb.
An answer arrives with warmth and welcome.
I am at peace.
Asleep.