The Forest I Die In

I am in perfect tune with my body and everything around me. Lying flat on my back, I can feel the bed of moss beneath me. My heart slows, the whooshing in my ears quiet now. Breathing feels less important. Maybe I'm hallucinating. A slight breeze cools my face, rustling the tall grass and the leaves nearby. Birds dart to and fro, gathering berries as if I do not exist in their world.

Sharp black hooves crunch leaves and snap twigs as deer move through the woods in search of food. Bright beams of sunlight break through the canopy above. A cricket’s song joins the choir of forest sounds.

I grew up here. I explored and played here as a child. But today, the familiar appears differently. I am looking beyond what human eyes can see. I know the feeling of being watched when I am alone, scanning the area in search of a threat. Now the truth is clear, the spirit world was never a danger. I'm inching towards death's door. As I move closer, the veil thins. The watchers are with me. Today, they are waiting for me to join them. I feel the energy of their excitement to welcome someone new.

Life is slipping away on hallowed ground. Apparitions gather around. I am surrounded by a comforting light. Otherworldly prayers and chants soothe me. I drop my guard and let go. In this moment, as I take my last breath and a peaceful warmth settles over me, I observe the world through my soul. I feel a pull, a slip, and I am transformed as the weight of life separates from my spirit.

This is the forest I die in.

Note: This story was inspired by a writing prompt, "This is the forest I die in."