I Thought That I Was Having A Heart Attack…

…turns out that I was already Dead

It was around 12:30 in the afternoon, my heart was racing and my fingers were visibly trembling. As I put down the Pulse Oximeter that I had been obsessed with during the past couple of days, I thought to myself…what does it matter now.

I walked to the steel cupboard, which houses most of my clothes, a drawer with some important documents and some soft porn magazines given to me by an office colleague that I have been carrying around since 2004, since before free on-demand videos were a thing in Sri Lanka, and a secret compartment with a collection of a few of my knives (its hobby, not a tool). I took out my Insurance policy document from the drawer, and put it on the wooden rack that my late Father built for me. It was originally painted White, but then he painted it Green because we had some left-over paint from some other project, or was this the Green project…I can’t recall. This rack is what anyone would notice as they entered my room, so I figured that its the best place to keep the Insurance policy documents, you know, just in case that I didn’t make it back today.

While I was laying the document on the rack, I couldn’t help but think how the whole thing will unfold, inevitably my Mother or my Girlfriend will come into my room, looking to get a White…