Erica's POV
It is quiet. A little too quiet. There are no hushed whispers of people talking. No sound of the wind blowing through the air. Nothing but pure silence.
My eyes flutter open and I am met with darkness. I look from my right and to my left and realize that I cannot see inches in front of my face. This is it. This is death. It has to be.
Turning my head forward again, I see a tiny light dancing in the distance. I chuckle to myself. It is always said that when you die you are supposed to go into the light. So, that is what I will do. Perhaps I will be able to watch my babies grow from the afterlife.
Looking down at my feet, I try to see the floor that is beneath me but I am met with nothing but more darkness. Taking a step forward, my foot is met with the cold chil
