[ cw ] write about the strangest/scariest/saddest dream you 've ever had in less than 200 words .

I sit down on a bench in an open field, not too unlike my backyard pasture. The day is pleasantly blue and gold with a tiny breeze gently pushing the grass around. 
 
 Before long he sits down next to me and we exchange hellos. I was so happy to see him, and I like to think he felt the same way... although I'll never know for sure. 
 
 `` How are you?'' He asked me first. In retrospect, I'm ashamed I could n't ask first. 
 
 `` I'm doing well.'' I reached out a hand to touch his shoulder, his body so warm. `` How about you?'' 
 
 `` Good. I'm doing very good.'' He smiled at me; the world seemed a nicer place when he was happy. We shared a few moments together, then he addressed me once more, his tone curious, yet still cheerful. 
 
 `` Kilo? Could you tell me about the day I died?''
