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I Died and Went to Heaven

I am convinced I've died and gone to Heaven. There are several reasons why I believe this to be true. There is also what I believe to be substantial evidence to support my claim.
I've died and went to Heaven. Here's why I believe this to be true:

The air seems slightly easier to breath here.

The light appears a little brighter here.

Food tastes a dash more savory here.

Everything feels a bit softer here.
His words sound true and sincere here.

I've died and went to Heaven. A place I once though myself too damned to even dream of one day reaching the stairway to those Pearly White gates, let alone entering.

When I fell asleep I fell asleep feeling sorrow and despair deep with in me. I fell asleep knowing those I Loved knew I loved them. I fell asleep knowing everything would be better if I just closed my eyes and allowed myself to slip away.

When I woke up all was disorienting and unsteady. I didn't believe that my eyes once again rested upon what appeared to be my living room furniture. Once the wave of uneasy faded back into the Ocean of Certainty everything became clear. I survived. I was here and I regretted everything. My eyes boiled over with steaming tears of repentance. My body hunched over with the heavy level of moral culpability that escaped through the sore wound in my chest.

It was only days later that I understood that the place I once knew as my own was long gone. In its place instead stood its exact replica. Everything looked the same but felt better. Heavenly.

I died and woke up in Heaven.

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