Lost In Morgue Land - Death Is Hard (Part 2)

In case you missed part I: Welcome

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I had the weirdest dream tonight. 

I was in one of those pool roof garden parties. Cocktails and pussies everywhere. Guys from work, all dressed in our designer suits, getting drunk and getting a piece of those "Boobs in High Heels".

I was my good alive self, ready to corner a hot blondie. She was holding my hand and leading me inside and while walking past the pool, I suddenly slipped and fell. Once in the water, I felt cold. My clothes were getting heavier and heavier. Nobody was coming to help me. My suit kept pulling me down and sticking all over my body, squeezing it and becoming stiff, just like I was seconds ago when that chick was still holding my hand. And all of a sudden, lights started going out and the water turning to ice keeping me inside. Unable to move I was just standing there, frozen and trapped. 

All that until I woke up...

Oh well, at least until I realized this was a dream and came to my senses.

Senses. Huh! 

Senses! Kind of underestimated when you are all well and alive. Take eyesight for example. Going to a board meeting, boring business talk, your jaw is ready to fall off your face from yawning too wide and then cute secretary comes in to refill coffee and water. Just a look is enough for "Little Man in the Pants" to wake up and yawning stops immediately! How would that happen with no eyes?

Guess! 

It wouldn't!

And now that I'm dead I don't think I'll get to see much any more. At least not unless someone gets me out of my "lost and found" drawer to show me around, like another circus freak, to people who come here to identify their lost ones.

Creepy! I used to make fun of that cliche scenes of corpse identification. Morgue table, naked stiff dude or chick under the white sheet, white uniform hospital people asking: "Whenever you are ready" and then the lukewarm-striving-to-hold-my-tears-back reaction: "Yes, that's him/her".

Pfff! I guess now I'll get to live it at least once. Too bad I'll then have no one to tell me if I my acting was good!

"John Hard's role was tough, just like his last name, but he managed to pull it off with his unbending will and determination!" Lolz to myself.

Come ooon! I'm bored in here! Isn't anyone coming to get me out? I need a cigarette! Aaaaah! Just a small puff!

Two sets of footsteps approaching.

- Are you sure this is a good idea?

- Who else is going to come in here at that time of night?

- What if we have a new admission?

- Relax, they hadn't brought anyone over the last hour and even if they do now, they won't bring 'em in here before they have cleaned them and finished going through their "inner universe".

- I guess you're right, it's just that... all those dead people in here make me kind of nervous.

- Well, picturing you against that fridge all so hot and wet riding me makes me kind of hard.

- You are a pervert, aren't you?

- Think about it, Linda! That's just how life is... a game. These people's round has ended and they moved on to the next level. Our energy bar, on the other hand, is still full. And if you want a more poetic approach, making love in a place of death is like trying to replenish life that's gone.

- You really are a pervert.

- And I am also very very attracted to you.

 - Oh, Dr Matheson.

- Oh, nurse!

The metallic door behind John's head starts trembling and making clinging sounds, all accompanied by quick deep breaths and low moans.

Great! Now I get to picture two strangers having sex above my head when I can't even reach for my crotch. Fuck! Porn with nurses are among my favorites!

- Oh God!

- No, Linda! Just call me doctor!

Seriously? Could this guy be more lame? Now I just wish I could get back to sleep. Don't know what's worse, nightmares or a boner I can't relieve? 

Had I any tears left in that body, I'd weep for suddenly getting those high school memories back.

To be continued...

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*Original story by @ruth-girl - Steemit, 2018

I hope you don't find my writing offensive. John is nothing more than a fiction character and certainly does not reflect my general idea of men. By no means do I wish you to believe that all men are that raw. Nor is this another feminist cry. This piece is purely sarcastic and meant to get you thinking over some things that go way deeper. As the story unravels, you will understand what I am talking about.

I am always happy to read your feedback in the comments!

Thank you so much for your time!

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