Dreams Of Memories Never Lived
Details of Dom's entire life came spinning around him like crazy sideshow mirrors. Some things were familiar, yet many of the images were distorted, unfamiliar, some out of place.
Then they were gone and he stood at one end of a casket. The lid was open and the body inside looked like his younger self, back in the days when he had a thick main of red hair. His long hair pooled against the white pillow, underneath his shoulders dressed in a black suit. A green gem glittered in his left ear and Dom couldn't remember having a pierced ear. The young Dom in the casket couldn't be older than late twenties or maybe early thirties. In Dom's opinion, when you're in a coffin you don't look any particular age. The age you looked was dead.
The trouble was Dom had died
