Day No. 299: An Open Grave.

Yesterday, I buried something on the island. I was alive and kicking when I buried I. I hope I was happy. I wanted to say sorry, but I said it's ok. So I pushed the soil into the open grave. The soil was damp so my hands got muddy. I helped myself and lowered myself. I said a prayer of happiness and thought of what might be. When I said it's done, I closed my eyes. Fade to black.

I awoke with an emptiness. I knew I was dead. But I had to be sure. I went to the grave and saw it was open. Wherever I am, I am truly free and alive and well. I came back to find I sitting on a wooden bench, making peace with the rest of the world. I wonder where I had gone.