A quiet voice told her that this could not be what it felt like to die, because death was quieter, softer. There was too much in this frenzy, more sensation than death. The disconnection, as many times as it had happened to her these past few months, was too foreign. Death was more intimate. Death was her close friend, her companion. Embraced it fully, many years ago. It wasn’t a memory---memories were not allowed. It was an intrinsic, foundational aspect of her being.