Sam's Last

Just one step and its done, I tell myself. The building wasn't that good in height. I sighed. the last one was fifty-two or perhaps fifty-seven. Why do I keep forgetting?

I closed my eyes and could feel his hand on my wrist. A smile kissed my lips.
"What's the haste Sam?" He Said.

I smiled and buried myself in his chest.

You are imagining all this Sam my friends would say. But i am not.

He is dead, they would say. But he ain't.

Why would he come to save me every time when he is dead?