It all happened so fast. There was no time to think or feel. No time for last words. Just… nothing. That apparently is what death really is.
Then why can I still think?
Why can I still experience…. Anything? Isn’t death supposed to be the end. Capital T; capital E.
THE END
I let my mind wonder. Where am I? Who am I? Is this the afterlife? I can only perceive darkness - rather blackness. It’s as if someone or something had placed me in mother. Nothing to see; nothing to hear; nothing to taste, touch or smell, and yet here I was… existing.
Do I still have a body?
I tentatively try to direct my thoughts.
Move. Move anything. An arm. A leg. A phalange. An eyelid….
I felt a twitch. My eyelid was twitching on command…. MY EYELID WAS TWITCHING ON COMMAND.
Suddenly everything changed from being surrounded by nothingness to being surrounded by harsh white light.
Does that mean I’m in heaven?
Just as my chest fluttered, the image adjusted. I was not surrounded by white light walking towards some pearly gates. In fact, I was in a room. An average room with pale pink walls and a bright, white ceiling. All I could make out was that I was surrounded by unicorns and princesses.
I felt the panic bubble up my throat. I’m not in heaven…. I’m in my own personal HELL. I really fucked up. I can’t believe all that bullshit was true. I thought at least it would be the fire and brimstone hell, not a personalized down to the T hell. I just -
“There you are,” a small voice said. “Ms. Annie, I was looking for you.”
First of all, who is this person? Where is that voice coming from? And my name is not ANNIE…. At least it wasn’t.
I spun around to see a pair of big, beautiful, blue eyes looking right at me. This little girl, no more than five, was smiling at me.
There’s no way that she can see me, right? She just happens to be talking and looking in my direction. Right?
She reached out he hand and grabbed mine. In that motion, I realized that I could feel the softness of her skin, the heat from her hand radiating through mine.









