EnchantedPopinjay

As I sit on a couch in a comfortably placed room, I wonder what is soon to come. Its been a few days sinse I died. After the ambulance took me to the hospital, man came to my room that night and gave me his card, and told me we needed to talk about my family. I haven't seen them at all in the past few weeks. Its about time that I get to know what happened.   The man in the suit just walked in, carrying a brief case. "Hello, Mr. Taylop." he said blandly. "Uh, hi sir." half attempting small talk. "So today I've come to talk about your family." he said, more dryly than a desert. "I think we've established that already." I said quite sassily. I'm

I don't know what happens to a person after they die, but now that I'm dead I don't want to know. I'm floating in birds eye view, watching a life guard preform CPR before officials get to my body. I don't think its working. Every second I feel farther and farther apart from my material world. An ambulance just pulled up on the beach, and they took over the CPR process. Less than three minutes later, I feel myself getting warmer. I think, I'm alive. As air is pumped into my lungs, I started choking on the water that was being pushed out of me. Coughing and sputtering water all over the place, I soon calm down. I'm breathing slowly, as I hear s