It
wasn’t at all how he thought it would be.
He had always believed that Heaven was this marvelous and amazing place,
floating somewhere above the clouds, free from criminals and crooks, mosquitoes
and politicians. It was a place where no one ever got sick, or stole your lunch
money; a place that never handed out homework or gave tests.
Could he have been wrong all this
time? He knew he was dead and he knew
everything was completely different, and yet here he was, standing on his
tiptoes, his fingers clutching onto the window ledge, peering in to catch a
glimpse of… what, he wasn’t sure. He
just knew he was supposed to wait until he was called, then he could go
in. This was not a good situation,
mostly because; well… he didn’t like waiting.
As he relaxed his grip on the edge of
the window and once again stood flat on his feet he looked down to see just
what it was he was standing on. He was
surprised to see nothing was there.
There was no floor, no fuzzy carpet or cold ceramic tile. In fact, he could see all the way down to
the… Hey, he could see himself lying on
the operating table. He didn’t hear any
of the machines buzzing or beeping, and he couldn’t hear what the doctors were
saying, but yep, that was him, and not only that, he no longer was afraid of
heights. Being up there didn’t bother
him in the least. In fact, being up like
this, absent of all the fear of falling, was really fun.
Now there were too many doctors and
nurses leaning in, he couldn’t see what they were doing. He wondered what all the commotion was. It was then he could hear what he thought was
a beep, but it was far away. Suddenly
there was another and another. The beeps
were louder and seemed close. He could
feel himself drifting back down towards his body. The jabber from the doctors annoyed him, it
was interrupting the beeps. Hey, he
could hear the doctors. But they still
sounded muffled. Suddenly he felt
himself take a breath. His lungs hurt,
but the rush of oxygen felt good.
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