The Fife Wanderer

Time of Death

A white light appears in the distance.

 

My eyes become heavy, my body starts to weaken, and my mind drifts towards the light.

 

The ticking of an old grandfather clock is all I hear, with the sound getting louder and closer.

 

The clock starts to chime: one, two, three, four, five, and six.

 

My resting heart is beating in perfect unison with the chime.

 

Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven.

 

My heartbeat starts to fade, and the ticking gets weaker.

 

On the chime of twelve, the clock stops, along with the beat of my heart.

 

The light goes dark.