Dark Dreamer

I never really put much thought into how I would react when it came my time to meet death. I assumed I would be old and wise, having lived a nice long life with a husband and a family of my own. Little did I know I'd be meeting death while at work in the middle of a dinner shift serving pasta and wine.

By the way, when I say 'death' I mean the gorgeous looking man who mysteriously showed up in my section. Not that I knew he was 'death' at that time, to me he was just a beautiful mystery.
How am I able to see 'death' you might ask? Good question.. I'll let you know when I find out for myself.