by D.T. Arcieri
I dreamed I was laying on my death bed with my eyes closed. Friends and family stood on line and took turns whispering in my ear. “We love you,” said my family. “Don’t leave us,” said my friends. But someone I didn’t know, a stranger, was there. He whispered in my ear, "Your destiny isn’t written for you, it’s written by you.”
D.T. Arcieri is a biologist and playwright who lives and works on Long Island, NY.