In the soft white-gold light of the new day, the hues of the bedroom move from impressionist pastels to brilliant pop art.
Waking up does not come real slow or relaxed, the day is never kind enough to come softly into focus.
But today, it felt different، it felt as if I died and now waking up in heaven. Did I die? Did anybody care about me not being around anymore?
Is this what it felt like to be in heaven? Like sunlight was smooth, the fragrance of a men's perfume lingered and wherever I was, it was plush and soft. Oh god, this all felt amazing, too amazing to be taken as real. In my years of existence, I never got to find this much peace as I woke up. Not even with dad around.
Dad! Will I see him here? I used to hear that people with a good heart will always go to heaven, then my
