Chapter 37.

Consciousness comes slowly, by long, painfully disjointed degrees. Throughout the overly prolonged process, I feel strangely lightheaded, almost disembodied, as if I'm floating through space without having my body weigh me down. 

Is this what death feels like? 

I'm I dead? 

I don't think so, but the last thing I remember was bleeding. Bleeding a lot and feeling weaker and weaker. 

After that, everything was blank. 

Is heaven blank? 

Struggling, I try to push my eyelids up so that I can look around and find out where I am. But I feel as if my eyelids has been glued down. Not only that, but someone had put anvils on each of them for good measure. Otherwise, why couldn't I raise them at will? 

I become determined to open my eyes. 

Something tells that me if I don't open them, I'm going to fade away until there's nothing left of me but dust. Dust that would be blown off to another universe.&n