I often im wonder what death is like

Here is to hoping it’s like falling asleep in the back of your parents car. 

The street lamps pepper through the windows, your favorite song on the radio. 

Your  eyes are heavy and your body is warm and the sound of the air conditioning is lulling you to sleep

“Go ahead” your mother says, looking over her shoulder lovingly. 

you feel yourself slipping, laying your head on the cool windows kiss 

“I’ll carry you.” Your dad promises 

You know fighting it is pointless and you smile your sleepy smile 

Slipping  into that comfortable place where evrything is warm and safe.

Where you don’t fear anything.