Muse Magic

I can hear people around me. I open my eyes, but can’t see anything. What’s happening to me?

The smell of tobacco from uncle Frank’s pipe hovers in the air.

“Uncle Frank, help me.”

Why won’t he answer me? I can’t hear what anyone is saying, just muffled voices.

“Uncle Frank!”

I see shadows and light as my eyes come into focus. I’m floating above people as they are looking down at something.

Holy shit, is this my funeral? Am I dead? I don’t feel dead. How’d I get here? I don’t remember.

No, no. Don’t close the lid. I still have more time. Everything goes dark.

“Richie,” I hear, in a soothing voice.

“Mom?”

“Let’s go home. Your dad is waiting for us.”