And frigging life settled down right on his chest, with its huge ass and weighing tons and tons. Forcing exhalations to the point of panic. And it made him appreciate the light-switch immediacy of death...
But he could childishly never accept that his thoughts would also end with the light switch...as if they were somehow disconnected from the watery flesh of his brain. Idiot child.
...Anyway, the incessant weight on the chest and uncontrollable panic are de minimis when coupled with the dozen or so lightning flash moments of bone-melting happiness that the weight, life, grants. And so he pours himself into his wife's lap and smiles through his tears under her hands on his head.
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