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In ancient times, Pharaohs spent their entire life, as short as it was, preparing for death. Preparing for the uncertain and inevitable yet to them, it was clear. There was no uncertainty. There was no question and no hesitation.

One morning I was reading the newspaper over a freshly brewed pot of vanilla hazelnut coffee, like every morning, when I read about a young girl who slept herself to death. The mother had just starting seeking help for her sleeping beauty when she went in one time to check on her daughter, she could no longer wake her. The young girl of 13 had been sleeping almost 22 hours a day for many years. Her mother, her accomplice, would wake her every now and then for some water or a quick bath. The lack of nutrition had caused her to slip into a coma.
This girl’s desire to sleep her life away had come true. Why? Did she know something we all didn’t? Did she know where she was going and absolute that it was better than her current situation?

The mother, now grievous and distraught, placed no blame on herself. Teary-eyed and mournful, she weeps for her poor daughter.

The hospital did all they could, giving her vitamin shots and glucose water, but it was no use. The brain was damaged; it was dead. She was now stuck between two worlds-the one pushing oxygen into her lungs and the other where her thoughts where. Desperately reaching out to the beyond, to the place where the Pharaohs go.