Hearing this, he became Enlightened

I found my daughter stretched out on the floor of her room, still, limbs splayed. She breathed and her eyes flicked to me as I entered.

Suppressing a blip of atavistic panic, I sipped my coffee and waited.

"I'm playing dead," she said.

I nodded. "Why?"

"I was wondering what it felt like."

"Most people are at least a little curious about being dead," I said. "What brought it to mind?"

"Nothing, really," she said. "But once I'm dead, I won't be able to think about it. So, I've gotta do that now, while I'm alive."

"Makes sense," I said. I put my coffee down on her bookshelf and arranged myself next to her.

We rotted, awhile.

"Boring," she said. I grunted.

She sat up and scratched her back. "I don't want to die, then," she said.