This morning, I brought the newspapers in, and, as I usually do, choose one of them, skim through the news, read Dorothy's horoscope (because she always did), and work on the Cryptoquote, which appears in the Record, and the Cryptogram, in the T.U. The Cryptogram is not as challenging because it gives a single letter clue, whereas the Cryptoquote is a blank slate. When I started, almost a year ago, I found both difficult, but now I can almost always solve them.
I'd finished the first, the Cryptoquote, and moved on to the next, seated in the recliner chair next to the window. The next thing I knew, I realized I had died. I told myself it was just like my mother, lying in her chair. Geographically, the chair positions in the house and the directions faced were the same, I thought.
I had no discomfort, just a stark realization. I wondered if I could open my eyes. I hadn't known I'd closed them, but I was unable to see. So I thought about it, and then opened my eyes. I saw the pen was in my hand and the uncompleted puzzle on my lap, so I finished solving it with no problem
"I find it kind of funny. I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."
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