[ WP ] You 've been dead for 67 days . You awake to the entire world watching the first human revival . Your revival .

Warm, that ’ s the best way to describe it I guess, just warm, not uncomfortable warm, but perfect hug and a cup of cocoa warm. Always and all the time. I remember saying good bye. And I think I am supposed to feel bad but I don ’ t. I know I left people and I am really sure I miss them but all I feel when I think of them is more warmth like the very thought of a person blinds me with love... If I think of being hungry I am full. The very second I think that I should feel sad the most amazing things tend to happen I got to re-watch every birthday I ever had. And I got to relive the entire summer at camp when I had my first kiss, but this time the summer did not end the same there was no good bye. How strange that it just became something new and exciting. I spend a lot of time talking about things with people that I think I know from somewhere else but I am not sure where, I just love them because they too fill me with warmth, 
 
 Today is different thou, something is not the way it was. My back from heel to head feels cold, and I do not understand why, I feel fear, I am unsure why but it is real and it is growing just like the cold on my back is, I reach out try to remember the good things but they are slipping away from me where are the people who I would spend the days talking they are here but they are not talking to me anymore they are just watching me, why won ’ t they talk to me. The one is my mother, but she had been dead for years, I cry out to her “ momma please help me, why am I feeling so cold ”, more thoughts flood my mind I am seeing the pain the drugs the IVs and doctors. where is my wife? My God, My wife, my poor wife I left her how could I do that? What kind of man would just leave his family? What have I done? I should have done better I should have ate better and done more exercise, maybe if I was in better shape I would not have gotten sick. And still it is getting colder my entire world is dimming gone is the loved ones and memories gone is the light and love the cold is stealing all the warmth. THE COLD PLEASE GOD STOP THE COLD! 
 
 COLD, my eyes are open but the world is now blurry my hearing is muffled; I hear voices but they too are cold. 
 As things come into focus the first words I can make out are “ Welcome back Mr. Jefferies. ” 

