Lost

There’s light.

It’s bright.

I’m standing in a row. It stretches from one infinity to another. I mean, I think it does. You’re not supposed to peep. So, all that I’m able to see is a head, the back, the back of the legs. I’m not sure if the person standing in front of me is alive.

I don’t know if he’s dead; I don’t know if I am.

‘Anybody? Anybody?’, I scream.

The voice is lost; somewhere inside. I’m not supposed to speak either, I think.

Is this a dream? Or, am I dead?