I had the vague sensation of being carried, but any hope I had of being carried on the back of angel wings to the illustrious heavenly gates was soon quashed when I felt the hard, unforgiving jolt of being transported up a number of steps. Everything was still dark which made me believe I was still dead, obviously in limbo and my soul being taken to whichever final destination I deserved. The fact that I could not feel the velvet touch of angel wings upon my skin nor could I hear the sweet soothing song of the Heavens, made me realise that I was probably not skywards-bound, yet why did I feel as if these steps were ascending, not descending? Maybe I had escaped the Underworld after all. Finally, whoever or whatever was carrying me put me down and I could feel some kind of very cold, smooth
