Plain black is spread across 180 degree of his sight. It was constant, not darker and not lighter. His two set of cameras, mike and speakers are technically down. The only sensor working in his body is his fragrance detector – nose. He cannot give any type of outputs anymore. The inputs were just hard pipes of plastics for breathing and food. Tangled and injected with several pipes and wires he is clinging to his last essence of life energy.
Well, what can he do now? The death bed is his last chance
to recall what he did. First he recalled a familiar aroma. The aroma gave him
inspiration, safety and coziness. He sniffed twice and gave a small smile for
this smell. It was his DAD. Then, warmth overlapped this scent. It was full of emotion
and affection. This smell took him back to his toddler days. He exhaled a heavy
burden of air to lighten the thoughts of his mother.
Now sweetness overwhelmed him on all sides. Like the side
effects of a sudden elixir, his youth hood returned. The scent of the first
women he loved waved his nose buds. The fragrance from the valentine rose
reminded him his first kiss. He muttered her beautiful name on his mute lips. A
big sigh broke his romantic recall.
Now a stringent smell alarmed him for responsibilities. This
smell raised his pressure and reminded him of his failures and hardships. It
carried a pungent stench with it. He suffocated for fresh air to breathe in.
Then, in time, a pleasant aroma hit him like a gust of cool breeze. It gave him
confidence. It reminded him of him. This was his wife. This smell balanced and
completed him.
Finally a pure scent of innocence and fragility gave him
solace. Happiness he received when he smelled tenderness. It was his grand
kids.
With all these combined fragrances, he inhaled his last
breath and left his body to explore new scents of life from a new body.
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