I can hear people around me. I open my eyes, but can’t see anything. What’s happening to me? Uncle Frank is hear, I can tell. The tobacco smell from his pipe hover in the air.
“Uncle Frank, help me!”
Why won’t he answer?
I can’t hear what anyone is saying, just muffled voices.
I see shadows and light as my eyes focus. I’m floating above people looking down at something.
Holy shit, is this my funeral?! Am I dead? I don’t feel dead. How’d I get here? I don’t remember.
No, no! Don’t close the lid! I’m still here. No! I still have more time.
The lid closes, and everything goes dark again.
“Richie,” I hear in a soothing voice.
“Let’s go home. Your dad’s waiting for us.”