MyPerfectFantasy

Here's a little story I have thought of...

I wake up. I am in a white bed, people are around me. "Where Am I?!" Is what I try to say, but the words dry out, never escaping my zipped lips. I see a man in a white suit, he looks down at me. For some reason, I don't think he can see that my eyes are open. I breathe hard. The air escapes me. I try to scream, but some how my lips are sealed, my throat dry and itchy. I try to move. My legs, arms, my whole body feels like it has been super glued together. I can't move. I can't talk. No one can see that I can see them. I slowly watch the man in the white suit grab a knife. I try to squirm, to get out of the men and women's hold on me, then I feel a pinch and I see a hallway with a door. I look around. I can move! I walk slowly toward the door. A white light is shining from it. I open the door and my life flashes before my eyes. I see me riding a tricycle when I was 3. I see my first kiss with my old boyfriend, I see my mom crying in the bathroom because my dad has died. I see my sister in the hospital when she had cancer. I see me in the beach, surfing, my hand gracefully gliding along the water. I see me getting my first haircut. Then, as I watch my last moments, I come back to the white room. I'm able to get up. I can talk. "Where Am I?!" I yell as loud as I can. The man in the white suit turned toward me. He pushed me out the door, and I see my mother crying in the chair. She see's me, and yells, "Michelle! Oh my god, your OK!" She pulls me into a tight hug. I ask her what happened. She looks at me like I was crazy. Then my eyes close, and I see the door again. I walk through. There is Jesus with open arms. -ToniNikole