The Life he Deserves

Black and yellow. These are the colors that he constantly saw flashing in front of his eyes (does he even have eyes?), when his consciousness was not yet fully awakened. And pain. Pain and despair were the only feelings he felt.

What day it is? How much time have passed He never knew. Until...

He felt something different. Something... warm. Then, this feeling (was it "hope"?...) grew in him. He wished this warmness was endless...

But it started to fade.

"No!" he tried to scream "Don't take it from me!" but nothing came out. With all the strength he had, he held on to fading warmth...

Next thing he knew he was laying on a bed of golden flowers.