dreamt I was dying...
I was condemned to death.
The vicar who was in charge of proceedings stood over me.
My hands were palm to palm in front of me in prayer.
I could see my little much loved dog Lettice curled up asleep. Touching her a friend said
I slowly leant sideways, knowing
I wasn’t ready to die.
You, choose the time?
If you are ready, not before.
Is this what dying is like