I Died in a House Fire

I can’t sleep, I was really excited about the new car I bought. I dreamt about taking it out for a ride around the countryside, roof off; my hair to the wind feeling the air coursing through me, then I knew I was alive. But i always dreamt of having more, having better. A man that stops dreaming stops living simultaneously. I just wanted more, and this is where it led me to.

I had this new alarm system hooked up at my place, never changed the battery in the smoke alarm because honestly who cares about that? Who thinks about getting new AA batteries for the old smoke alarm? Luckily my neighbor came through with some new battery.

One day I came home with smoke all over the house. No alarms went off I was in a state of shock given I had left my neighbor sleeping on the couch given he had passed out. A few neighbors were standing out staring at the fire and call emergency. I ran in as fast I could to see if I could wake him up about the fire, but I couldn’t find a trace. The smoke got so thick inside I could barely breath and see past the thick cloud of smoke.

The next thing I remember is waking up at the emergency ward in a hospital. Turns out I was rescued by the fire fighters who burst into the building. They told me i should consider myself lucky to be alive and well and barely made it out with a few injuries.

I later inquired about my neighbor; they told me he died in the fire. He was the one that caused the fire. Apparently, he felt asleep with a cigar that slipped and fell on the couch with cotton fur and caught fire. He was so high he didn’t even feel a thing. He died in his sleep peacefully but painfully.

I was the neighbor; I took out the battery I had given earlier for the smoke alarm to fit in the remote to watch soccer. Shitty reason to die.