Sabrina lied on her back and slept. The call of her boyfriend woke her up. He called her because she asked him, she didn't want to wake up late. She was glad to wake up from his callings. His voice always gladdened her in the mornings. They talked a bit, he told her funny news, and she told him her dreams. Then the boyfriend gave her a time to get up.
She continued lying on the bed. She didn't want to get up, she just wanted to be pleased by this moment. An amazing moment, she is really happy to live. She exulted that she had everything that made her glad.
Sabrina was killed by the happiness of her life and this morning. She delighted the clarity of the sun, her love, weather, and beautiful bird's voices. She thought that it could be the best day to die because nothing matters at the current ideal for delighting moment. Sabrina felt nausea because of this happiness. After this feeling, a vomit started. She decided to lie on her back to choke by a vomit. Sabrina died.
I just came up with the end of this story in the morning. Sometimes, people compare the happiness of the moment with death. It's like they are very pleased about this life and they want to make this moment infinity, they think that death could help them with it.