Anna was beautiful, a glowing angel. I stepped toward her awe. She was an angel, not just in beauty, but she had those feathery wings that I used to imagine. She smiled at me, but didn't speak. She didn't need to, her smile was warm and full, something she never did when we were alive. That's when it really hit me, we were dead, I was dead. Now I was smiling too. For the first time I felt truly happy, like I could fly.
But now I was wondering, why was I even here? Like I had told my father, I should be in hell. Instead, here I was with Anna, in what I presumed was Heaven. Weird, I had never been a child of much faith, yet, here I was, in God's house.
All of a sudden, Anna lifted her arm, and gave a gentle good-bye wave. Wait, why was she waving goodbye? Then, as she turned and stepped away, my creamy white surroundings gave way, turning to that spotty red that you saw when you closed your eyes on a sunny day.
My eyes flickered open, revealing the pristine white ceiling and bright light of the Hospital. "Shit." I muttered.
I had failed.