Afterlife. Nothing, feels like everything. My hands were as light as feathers, my body felt like floating paper, and nothing was wrong in the world. I couldn’t see anything, but not in a bad way; like you’re asleep. I couldn’t smell anything neither, but it seemed there was nothing to smell. The whole situation simply felt calming. No stress, no worry, no sadness, no anger, overall peace and harmony. I thought I had heard something earlier though, maybe my name? But it was gone now, and silence felt like a weighted cloud. Now that I think about it, I’m not sitting or standing either, but laying down. That feels extra nice. Where am I? My bed? It feels as comfortable as my bed, except softer, more pure in a sense of perfection. In a way I
