I´m dead. I can´t even really remember the stairs to heaven.
I only know, that there was a sligtly change from the icecold darkness to warm light,
somewhen, as i hit the ground.
I slowly stumbeld, then I fell.
Now I can see the trees from beneath.
It was a cold mornig, when I left home that day. I took my way through the park, as I do everyday.
My bike was standing outside in the garden, i got it, the colderness brought ice in form of little crystals on the seet, which i scrapped off with my tiny nails. It was an everyday-day. I felt nothing speacial around me and hadn´t got any speacial ideas at this morning.