Diary of a Dead FugitiveBeing dead is better than what I thought... I'm not just wandering apparition, I'm not just a temperature drop. I don't just walk through walls. I still AM. I have a body. I can walk, I can see, I can hear, I'm still me and not a lost ghost trapped in between dimensions. The meteorite's time abilities has brought my body back to the time before I died, when I was still warm.Diary of a Dead Fugitive by JinxedElf
I know I'm still warm-bodied at least. My cat would tell me.
Some people would call that a small blessing. You are still here, they say, you are still considered among the living. You can still experience something.
All I can do is laugh at them and say: "I'm dead."
To me, living is being able to show my face in the public without getting police after me. Living is able to make new friends and do normal things like waking up in my bed naturally, walking out to eat the breakfast she made and taste it, living is being able to smell the gentle shampoo smell in her freshly washed hair and feel it tickle my nose, liv