My breath grew short and I began to feel faint. I was awash in a sea of blackness. Then I felt a hand grab me and pull me to the side, I saw a fuzzy figure, but could not discern who it was. In a moment of desperation, I ask who the person was? The only response was I receive was that I am a friend and a foe. I was puzzled for a moment, still in a confused state. I had been in a dark empty void, now I was no where and somewhere. I asked the ghostly image, why I am I here? It responded, I am not truly sure, I only know this is where you are supposed to be. Time passed, but I had no sense of it. Then the shadowy figure said that it was time for me to go. As quickly as I fell into the black void, the light surrounded me. I remember passing quickly through many layers of light. Then my eyes opened and I was back on the mortal plain, people hovering over me, working on me. I went black again, but not like before, this time I only slept. In one moment of a dream, I caught a glimpse of the former ghostly figure that I had briefly spoken with. I then awoke and had clarity of mind. For a brief moment, I had a talk with death. In truth a friend to some who are seeking it and an enemy to those who are not ready for it, and ever so often, a temporary stop on another part of a life's journey.