I stared out the window at the gloomy dark sky. It was raining heavily when I had woken up, but slowly slacken while I was shaving, and now it had completely stopped. I glanced at the wet street below me and then at my wrist watch. I am already 15 min late for my office.
"Have you found it?" I barked. I was not in a good mood. But no reply came from my wife.
"Son," my mom called from the living room. "Stop nagging her."
My face turned red. "I am not nagging her. I am just asking for my file, which I had given her. And now she has lost it--"
"I have not lost it!" my wife called from the other room.
"Oh...you are alive. I thought you are dead," I snapped. She said nothing. I could hear her opening and then closing the drawers in the next room.
I moved away from the window and toward the mirror. And saw a twenty-eight years old guy staring back at me. I could hear my wife shuffling papers in the next room. Then there was a silence for a moment-and then I heard growing sound of footsteps behind me. I turned and saw my wife entering the room.
She was 26-year-old but looked in her early forties. She had dark brown hair ( with lots of gray hair), unevenly braided behind her back. She smiled at me, showing me the file in her hand. I snatched the file, slipped it in my bag and slung it to my shoulder. She waited for me to kiss her. But I just left the room.
In the living room, I saw my mom sitting in front of the TV. She turned when I entered.
"Goodbye, son," She called. she still calls me son, could you believe that?
"Goodbye mom," I said. I collected my bike keys on the shelf, next to my helmet, and made my way toward the door.
"You are not taking your helmet?" my wife called behind me. But I just ignored her and marched out of the door. I climbed down the stairs, thinking whether was I too rude with her? Maybe it's not the time to think that. I have a big presentation ahead. So I just moved the thought of my wife aside.
I mounted on my bike and drove out of the alley to the main road. The road was slippery and wet. I could even see my own watery reflection rolling beneath me. Which was amazing. I took over a red pickup truck and increased my speed. My bike roared, passing through many cars. Soon the wind around me picked up. And it made my eyes flicker with tears, my hair ruffle and my clothes to billow like a balloon. I again glanced at my reflection on the road, which was very blurry and then-my bike slipped and I went crashing into the divider line, head first. After that there was a total blackout.
When I opened my eyes I found myself in a completely different world. I was in outer space! I could easily see millions of energy balls all around me, all of the different colors-all moving in spherical rows, toward a very big white opening in the black space, which looked to be in the center of the space. I realized that I myself of the part of a queue, moving toward the white opening. I tried to rub my eyes, and realized that I don't have my hands! I was also turned into an energy ball! I saw a pink color energy ball ahead of me and gray color behind me. What's going on here? I thought.
And then I heard him inside my head. "You are dead...Son," It was a male voice and it echoed in my head like a bong.
"What?" said I. "Seriously?"
"Yes. I never lie," the voice said in a matter-of-factly tone.
"NO!" I yelled. I wanted to cry, but there were no tears in my eyes. In fact, I didn't have my eyes!
"You died in a road accident," the voice said.
"I remember that," I said in a shaky voice. "Who are you?"
