I wrote this from a perspective of a man who went to sleep and woke up dead. He then realizes he is dead when he sees his body in the mirror still "asleep." He finds that it is both a relief of the imperfections he dealt with in life, but still horrifying with the realization of his (bodies) end.
This probably came from the fact that during this time I wished I was dead, but didn't want to kill myself. So it was wishful thinking that I would "wake up dead."
