The Waiting Room

I think that every night when you fall asleep, you really just drop dead. That’s why you feel like a zombie when you can’t fall asleep.

I think that every morning when you wake up, you’re really being born. That’s why the light seems so bright when you flick it on: you’ve never seen it before.

I think that every one of your dead bodies wake up in this big room at the end of the universe and shake the hands of all the bodies from the days before.

And I think that when you die your last death you will wake up in that big room and stand in front of this big podium before all of the yous you have been before.

And I think you will say “I forgive you.”

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