Sleep

You are completely bushwhacked and you can barely keep your eyes open. Fun as it would be to give Ishari another thorough dicking, you need some shut-eye.

Grabbing the clay jug by your bedside, you take a swig, not even bothering to pour it into a cup like a normal human would. The - for lack of a better word - wine is surprisingly strong and thick. It tastes medicinal and heavy, quite unlike the cheap lager and gas station vodka you were used to in life.

Leaning back, you close your eyes. The bed is gloriously soft, the sheets wonderfully crisp. Sighing happily, you let your scrawny excuse for a body sink into the formidable mound of pillows.

As you drift off, your mind goes through the experiences of the past... hours? days? There doesn´t seem to be any sort of time in this afterlife. You smile and snuggle into your pillow. Things are looking up for you. Dying was the best thing that ever happened to you.

"If only I´d taken everyone´s advice and killed myself earlier..." you think happily, as warm, comforting sleep finally takes a hold of you, soothing your animalistic buzzing brain with a blanket of balmy night...

//*Author´s Comment: Feel free to write some one-off dreams if you feel like it. If you don´t want to continue the story when Dave wakes up, just link to whatever I eventually continue with (just an idea)*//