How I Will Die

I think I'm sick again.

I'm beginning to have an image of how I will die. It won't be pretty.

I'll be lying in bed. I'll be sneezing continuously. The mucus will keep on flowing out of my nose and down into my mouth, until finally I drown.

The tabloid headlines will scream: Man Drowns In Own Mucus.

Doctors and scientists will debate how this is even possible. They will come to a consensus that it's a freak incident caused by fucked up genes.

The world will go on turning. And I will be gone. Drowned in my own mucus.