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She gasped for breath, eyes snapping open wide to a heavenly blue toned room.
Her heartbeat slowed and she climbed from her resting place; a white bed with pristine sheets.

Next to hers was another mattress, looking as though it'd been used quite recently.

She sat on the edge of , feet on the floor, allowing her blood flow to return to normal. Taking in the room around her, she noted the machinery that seemed to space-aged in design, shallowly beeping a calm note with pulses of shining fluid pumping through it's transparent veins.

A group of young children ran by in snow colored clothes, their brown and black hair sharply contrasting the frigidly warm surroundings. A kind, plump nurse followed them closely as they passed through the room.

Left and right, she looked, an empty feeling settling in with excitement and curiosity. Hopping to her feet, she nearly bolted cautiously out of the room, scanning her way through the halls, each wall white with a continuous blue stripe separating it in pieces horizontally. Doors interrupted the line a few times, the rooms behind some opened thresholds sometimes empty or filled.

There were people here. She was not alone.

Hallways began to blur together in a repetitive motion, each twist and turn seemingly mimicking the last. She wasn't the least bit phased by it though. All that changed was the temperature of her once warm feet as they pattered along the tiles, and the now severe feeling of emptiness.

Eventually, she found him, standing by a counter folding papers into origami cranes. He was another with black hair, hers a pale brown almost blond. He smiled warmly and beckoned her forward to stand with him.

They struck up a conversation, quickly grasping the areas they'd seen so far, describing each and every sight they'd seen.

Days, then weeks, then months passed by, a slowly progressing hollowness returning to her. He seemed unaffected by it. Perfection surrounded them both in every way. You got what you want there, always.

Everyone was beautiful and happy. A sheer symphony of a place. But no matter what she did, something was missing.

She thought back, remembering days full of color; greens, blues, silvers, reds, oranges, all thriving with movement in scenes with full hearted laughter and emotion, family, friends, love and life. More vivid memories flooded her every day.

She knew she was in heaven; literally.

"Men long for an afterlife in which there apparently is nothing to do but delight in heaven's wonders." - Louis D. Brandeis

Lunch, once again, delicious light food with a rich berry smoothie served at a pale periwinkle table, across from one another they sat. She'd never mentioned her feelings to him.

At once, all of the memories came back, their conversation fell silent. Tears welled up in her eyes, staining her bleached cheeks with pink and peach tones as they streamed down, dampening her platinum white dress, splashing musically on the table before her.

She held her eyes in her palms, curling over to a hunched position. She shook and huffed, violently releasing pent up emotions.

Managing only a few words between sobs, she choked out, "Is it really worth it?"

His face dropped blankly in defeat.

Revival

I woke up numb.

Imagine life without your family, your friends or loved ones. You've got everything you want, but nothing you've grown to adore.

What do you do?

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She gasped for breath, eyes snapping open wide to a heavenly blue toned room.
Her heartbeat slowed and she climbed from her resting place; a white bed with pristine sheets.

Next to hers was another mattress, looking as though it'd been used quite recently.

She sat on the edge of , feet on the floor, allowing her blood flow to return to normal. Taking in the room around her, she noted the machinery that seemed to space-aged in design, shallowly beeping a calm note with pulses of shining fluid pumping through it's transparent veins.

A group of young children ran by in snow colored clothes, their brown and black hair sharply contrasting the frigidly warm surroundings. A kind, plump nurse followed them closely as they passed through the room.

Left and right, she looked, an empty feeling settling in with excitement and curiosity. Hopping to her feet, she nearly bolted cautiously out of the room, scanning her way through the halls, each wall white with a continuous blue stripe separating it in pieces horizontally. Doors interrupted the line a few times, the rooms behind some opened thresholds sometimes empty or filled.

There were people here. She was not alone.

Hallways began to blur together in a repetitive motion, each twist and turn seemingly mimicking the last. She wasn't the least bit phased by it though. All that changed was the temperature of her once warm feet as they pattered along the tiles, and the now severe feeling of emptiness.

Eventually, she found him, standing by a counter folding papers into origami cranes. He was another with black hair, hers a pale brown almost blond. He smiled warmly and beckoned her forward to stand with him.

They struck up a conversation, quickly grasping the areas they'd seen so far, describing each and every sight they'd seen.

Days, then weeks, then months passed by, a slowly progressing hollowness returning to her. He seemed unaffected by it. Perfection surrounded them both in every way. You got what you want there, always.

Everyone was beautiful and happy. A sheer symphony of a place. But no matter what she did, something was missing.

She thought back, remembering days full of color; greens, blues, silvers, reds, oranges, all thriving with movement in scenes with full hearted laughter and emotion, family, friends, love and life. More vivid memories flooded her every day.

She knew she was in heaven; literally.

"Men long for an afterlife in which there apparently is nothing to do but delight in heaven's wonders." - Louis D. Brandeis

Lunch, once again, delicious light food with a rich berry smoothie served at a pale periwinkle table, across from one another they sat. She'd never mentioned her feelings to him.

At once, all of the memories came back, their conversation fell silent. Tears welled up in her eyes, staining her bleached cheeks with pink and peach tones as they streamed down, dampening her platinum white dress, splashing musically on the table before her.

She held her eyes in her palms, curling over to a hunched position. She shook and huffed, violently releasing pent up emotions.

Managing only a few words between sobs, she choked out, "Is it really worth it?"

His face dropped blankly in defeat.

Revival

I woke up numb.

Imagine life without your family, your friends or loved ones. You've got everything you want, but nothing you've grown to adore.

What do you do?