XXXVII

~Aoife~

I found myself on a soft bed with a dizzy head and blurry vision. Everything that happened to me was so sudden I couldn’t connect the dots of being captured by someone. I looked around. The long white curtains flowing with the soothing breeze from the floor-to-ceiling windows, skylights, and retractable walls fill this place with natural light.

It was a more scenic view, opening your view of nature and appreciating your morning view.

Where the hell am I? Am I in heaven where angels are waiting for me to walk with them? Am I dead? Because the view in front of my eyes looks like heaven.

But heaven doesn’t have curtains. Does it?

I got up immediately and looked to the other side.

The room was huge, and everything was white. I was definitely in heaven with the fluffy white carpet, couch, curtain, walls, and white bed.

I pinched myself. Then I heard Michelle Morone’s song.

What the heck? How his voice echoed in this place.

I checked myself in my silk sleepwear with an open robe. Co