The Beat Goes On

I had a dream last night that my throat was slashed. It didn't really hurt but I knew that it killed me. I sat there completely terrified of death and not wanting to let go of life with my hands on my chest feeling my heartbeat. I thought that every beat was my last. The second between each thump from inside my chest was terrifying. I think it went on for awhile, just sitting there wanting to at least feel the last time my heart would move. My alarm went off and I woke up with such sadness as I found that my hands were actually on my chest feeling my heartbeat. Then I realized the song coming from my alarm clock radio was Death Cab for Cutie's "I Will Posses Your Heart" and I had to smile a little at that.