The Dead Body on My Kitchen Floor Surprised Me, Surprisingly Enough


DEAD BODY IN KITCHEN

I always assumed I would have a premonition of impending disaster. I believed no tragedy would catch me off guard. In retrospect i see that this untested belief gave the illusion of predictability. 8 had no logical reason to be surprised to find my best friend dead on the kitchen floor three years ago next Tuesday. Contrary to my dearly held assumption, I suspected nothing, felt no foreboding. Not even when I found his phone in bed next to me and got up to look for him. I was happy as I called his name. His phone was with me. The knowledge that he must be near his phone, with me, had filled me with anticipation. Had I known I was steps away from discovering his dead body I would have missed out on the last feelings of pure happiness allotted to me. I don’t know if it’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. But I am quite certain it’s best not to see what’s coming and afterwards, to never know what hit you.

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