Coroner's Report
I Wanted To Tell Him
I fell asleep for a while. When I woke up the lights were on again and the sheets were gone. I was in a fluffy box in a room with a tall roof. It was real quiet. I tried to get out of the box, but I was still tired.
A man started talking. I listened for a little bit, but he was boring, so I imagined pictures on the ceiling. In the pictures I’m playing baseball and I hit a homerun. The ball goes real high and hits a light, just like in the movies, and I win the game for my team.
I was about to run second base when people got in the way of my pictures. I knew these people. My grandma and grandpa, my Uncle Rudy, Auntie Rose, Mommy and Daddy. They all looked sad.. Even my Daddy was crying and I had never seen Daddy cry. I wanted to ask him why he was sad. I wanted to tell him not to cry. I wanted to tell him about the homeruns and the broken lights and how I was gonna do that at my next game.
But I still couldn’t move my lips.
A man started talking. I listened for a little bit, but he was boring, so I imagined pictures on the ceiling. In the pictures I’m playing baseball and I hit a homerun. The ball goes real high and hits a light, just like in the movies, and I win the game for my team.
I was about to run second base when people got in the way of my pictures. I knew these people. My grandma and grandpa, my Uncle Rudy, Auntie Rose, Mommy and Daddy. They all looked sad.. Even my Daddy was crying and I had never seen Daddy cry. I wanted to ask him why he was sad. I wanted to tell him not to cry. I wanted to tell him about the homeruns and the broken lights and how I was gonna do that at my next game.
But I still couldn’t move my lips.