Would I Know?

The sound of the clock, each tick bringing it a little closer

An owl hoots in the park

A fox barks

Cars pass outside

The bed is warm

Somewhere a couple laugh

Time creeps onwards

I roll over

Sleep envelops,

I dream

Is death one long dream from which we never wake? And, if so would I know the difference between the state of dreaming and that of death?

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