Like a blanket

[JoelJosol]

The last thing I recall was the bright light shining on my face.
I was scouring through the virtual filers in my head for lines or tunes
but darkness covered me like a thick blanket.

It was like the last time I hurtled into space. I remember
the windshield glass colliding on my face. It was painless 
and darkness covered me like a blanket.

How is it when the life-force leaves  and shuts the door behind? 
Could I wake up straight from bed to catch my breath 
but the room has gone dark as if covered with a blanket.
 

[tonyv]

Joel, I enjoyed the pervasive image: the thickness of the night, the darkness-blanket.

Tony

[JoelJosol]

Thanks Tony for the read. Yes, I was trying to weave together a common experience of darkness.

 

[Tinker]

 Hi Joel,   I got the feeling while reading that darkness was being equated with death.   The blanket wasn't the cozy blanket you snuggle up with for warmth, it was a smothering blanket, uncomfortable and a little frightening.  This was interesting and at the same time edgy.

~~Tink

[JoelJosol]

You are right, Tink. It was a sort of smothering blanket.