Ball pool

The Good Place, 0.765 Bearimys before the dot of the i

Ever since I was a child I've loved ball pools. They're too much fun to just be saved for children, Rosie agrees and so do Eleanor and 63% of the neighbourhood - information I concluded from the survey I took of everybody's favourite types of pool. Swimming pools, margherita pools, custard pools, and as we know my personal favourite the ball pool.

So as you can assume when I found out there was a ball pool room in the Good Place I got rather over excited, and the story went a bit like this...

I'm standing around outside Eleanor's office, pacing up and down waiting for her to open the door and decide my fate. My fingers rattle and my ears are experiencing some sort of tinnitus because I can't concentrate on anything right now. I fidget and smile and try to widen the grin in my teeth when the small blonde woman steps out of her office holding a clipboard and addresses me.

"Mia, I understand you've put in a request for trip to the ball pool." She says, playing around with my so obvious excitement with a bright smile on her face. She taps her clipboard lightly with her pen and then turns swiftly into the office grabbing a key from some unknown space on the wall I can't see. My nerves get the better of me and I almost jump for joy as she walks me down a corridor. We walk for some time, her explaining to me in her small height how the room works.

Then we arrive. And I finally see the joy in person. Eleanor unlocks the room and hands me the key liberally before giggling to herself as she walks back down the hall. I couldn't care less, I was going to get to jump into the best ball pool in all the afterlife (or so Janet tells me) and play. I have unlimited time, finally! Dying was worth something.

I grasp hold of the handle and push into the room, my foot almost slipping on the balls edging out of the pool. But then I look up and see the rest of it. The 'pool' isn't really a pool at all, it's a long endless room stretching out into a kind of white void. For miles and miles reaching outwards all I can see are balls. The irony isn't lost on me! I take a step forward and let out the biggest smile I've ever made.

I step back again and gasp as I move forward in a run up. Moving far too quickly I run and leap into the pool, the balls slipping aside and some leaping out of the pool as I crash down through the layers of brightly coloured plastic balls. Red, green, blue and yellow all falling in front of my face like bright spots.

Thinking that perhaps, this is the best fun I've ever had in my afterlife.