Simon's POV
I slipped into unconsciousness easily. I was actually welcoming it from all the agony earlier. I saw a light, far away. I walked to it.
'Am I dying?' I wondered as I walked closer and closer to the end. Suddenly, I couldn't go anymore. I felt like I was on a rope of rubber bands, just outside the light. I couldn't move forward; I'd just move back.
"Simon," someone said gently. I snatched up my head. In the light, I saw a form. As I looked closer, I saw... Mom.
"Mom?" I whispered in disbelief.
She nodded sweetly. "Yes, Simon. It's me. Come home," she held her arms out, waiting for a hug.
Suddenly, I saw a small gray thing move out of the light and next to me. "Cookie Chomper III!" I cried, scooping up the cat my brothers and I had so adored. I buried my face into his fur, then tickled his tummy the way he liked it.
Cookie seemed to giggle. Then he jumped out of my arms and walked back to the light. Once there, he sat down and stared at me, almost asking if I was coming or not.
I looked over my shoulder; at life, then ahead; at death, and made up my mind.
I walked into the light.