My heavy lashes fluttered, but seeing came a few seconds later. I found myself on a bed in a white, empty room, and I stayed, unable to move; all I could do was stare at the white ceiling with its chandelier hanging over me. It illuminated a golden light, and my senses tried to make calculations of it. It was beautiful and peaceful, and though I couldn't remember much, I knew I had not felt this way in a while.
Was this heaven? Was this my heaven? If it was, it wasn't so bad; the peace and beauty were like none other, but this wasn't heaven. There would have been much joy, happiness, and people if it were. Also, I would be able to move.
I wanted to move, though, but I couldn't; I couldn't move my head or my mouth. The only thing I could move was my eyes, which scanned as much of the big
