The wind gusted like souls in the afterlife rushing back to their former world.
The typhoon is here, I thought. Perhaps the souls of those who have gone before us are here, too. I lay in bed facing the window right next to me, the light coming from the outside shielded by forest green curtains, my body still and nearly paralyzed by constantly pondering on things.
My sister opened the door to our bedroom and, seeing me awake, started to make fun of me, the way only sisters would. I giggled and got back at her until we were both laughing. “It’s time for lunch,” she then told me.
I wondered if things would be the same after we die and if spirits talk, cry, and feel like humans do, or if the transformation from the physical to the spiritual form changes everything, including the way we think and perceive things.
Maybe it will be a totally different world… and it intrigues me…
Originally posted at http://www.teckler.com/en/Irenewrites/From-This-World-To-The-Next-A-163962