Bridget was walking around unable to see anything in front of her, just this pure white light and it made her feel full of pure joy and love.
Bridget slowly walked, as the white light started vanishing slowly around her, like fog. The thick white light got thinner and thinner, until Bridget had walked through it all. It revealed the most interesting place... It was like a room full of clouds.. The clouds were the carpet, the walls, the ceiling... Everything....
Bridget wasn't sure where she was, she didn't know if this was a room or why she had come here. Bridget couldn't remember anything besides walking into the light.
This all has to be a dream, right? Bridget kept thinking...
Bridget noticed there was a small line of people waiting for something... Bee didn't know what, but she glanced over to see what they could possibly be waiting for. Bee then saw a small desk type thing, behind the desk stood a small man with a long gray beard, and some kind of light above his head, what is that? Bridget thought to herself...
It couldn't be a halo, right?
Bridget also noticed that once these people got to the small gray bearded man, they would pass him and walk into what looked to Bridget like another big cloud, they would walk through it and then vanish. While Bridget was so focused on what they were walking through, she did not hear someone calling for her.
"Miss?" The small old man asked Bee again.
"Me?" Bridget pointed to herself, looking behind her to see a few other people also waiting in line behind her.
"Yes, you." The man replied, sounding frustrated.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I.... I am..." Bridget wasn't even sure what to say, as she walked up to the tiny desk like thing.
"Confused?" The small man asked, looking at Bridget, as his eyes peeked over his tiny glasses, that were on the bridge of his stub nose.
"Yes, very. Where am I?" Bridget asked this man, that had a stack of papers on his small desk, he was searching through.
"Oh yes. This would be you, correct?" The man asked her cheerfully, holding up a piece of white paper, reading, "Bridget 'Bee' Elenore Eve." It was written in bold cursive writing.
"Well, yeah, that's my name. How do you know that?" Bridget squinted, very confused with the whole situation.
"I know all the names, Bee." The small man replied.
"Where am I?" Bridget whispered again.
The man groaned, heavily.
"I'll never get a break, did you know that? This is what I do every single day and night.."
"And what do you do?" Bridget asked, as the man got peeved.
"Bee, you are in what we call, the middle. Others have their own nickname for it, like 'in between'... Yada, yada, yada..." The man replied, as he wrote elegantly on Bridget's papers.
"The middle?" Bridget repeated, still very confused.
"Yes dear. You have been hurt on Earth, and you have come to us... That's the short version.. I am guessing you would like the long version?" The man asked, as he slid his small glasses back to the top of his nose, glancing at Bridget and then back to her papers continuing writing, as his tiny little hand wrote with speed.
"Well.. I don't want to be a burden to you.. I just would like to know a little more.. But, I'm in no need of a long version. You work day and night, I don't want to make that --"
