A blinding light awakes me. Strangley it’s coming through my padded body. And it is bright. I strain to listen, but hear nothing. Just me and this blinding light. And then it comes to me….maybe this is it! The final flight. Doesn’t everyone always talk about going towards the light. That last journey into the arms of GOd. I can feel his warmth. Tears come. I am saved. It is over. Suddenly the light is extinguished. I’m opened and can now see that I’m resting under a studio lamp. My God is cruel.


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