As I walked through the trees of this dense forest, a thought started forming in my head, growing stronger with every passing hour. I'm dead.
There's no other explanation for waking up in the middle of nowhere, far away from civilization.
As the minutes passed, I kept thinking of my wife, crying of sadness and pain when she discovered my cold, lifeless body laying next to her.
I was surprised to learn no feelings rose from that but, then again, the dead cannot feel.
As I continue to walk, I saw a well and approached it. It was a deep and wide well. Near the walls were around ten rotting corpses, with maggots crawling in and out of the hollow bodies.
The smell, surprisingly, existed but didn't bother me. I wondered, if I can still smell, can I feel pain? I pondered as I got on top of the well and kept wondering as I jumped.
I stopped wondering once my head hit the dry floor of the well, making my skull fracture, for I now know the answer. The dead cannot feel or smell, but the living can.