Heaven...A paradise in the clouds. A place where one is in a state of transcendence. Where no negative emotions flow, no envy, no greed, no lust. Emotions I simply can’t feel, no matter how hard I try. I should be happy in this place, where all of my worries have disappeared, where all of my anger has vanished. Yet why do I feel amiss?

From an early age I was taught that if I was a good man, I would make it in the afterlife, where God will welcome me with open arms. Yet...I do not feel that I was worthy of making it up here. Many times in my life I have sinned, many women I have left full of sorrow without a single drop of remorse, many men I have betrayed without a single guilty thought. And still, I have been forgiven.

The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

Part of me hopes that what I am seeing and experiencing right now is not real. That this is another one of my wicked dreams that are caused by the drugs. I do not want to live again, I do not. I want to succumb myself in a night of eternal sleep. Where my body will rest until the end of the days, where I cannot dream or feel. Where I should be, for this world is too morbid and sickening.

As much as I prayed and begged, he would not heed. As I am the chosen one. The one that he chose. And none may go against his word, as he is the creator of all life and death, the creator and ruler of the universe and source of all moral authority; a supreme being that we humans call God.

And now, I am to serve him. Even after death, my life is still not over, as now I have been presented with an ultimatum. The one that I cannot refuse.