You wake up, limbs interwined with Maya's, your face buried in her hair and the heat from her body warming you up under the cool summer's morning breeze. You missed her while you slept, or were awake, you can't tell for sure any longer. And at that moment, an idea comes to you, as you lie still and feel her breaths rise and fall under your rams, an idea that seems as right as it seems ridiculous.
You roll onto your back, one arm still pinned under sleeping Maya. Suddenly wide awake with excitement, you stare at the ceiling and start to daydream about possibility, about future, about life, and death.
You toss around the idea, trying to figure out how, when, and where, but more than anything, one big uncertainty keeps popping to the forefront of your consciousness...
If you die when you're awake, do you die in your dreams?
