Starbound

Five days ago, I died.

No, this isn't some metaphor or dramatic exaggeration. My heart stopped-flatlined-for five whole seconds. Clinically dead. And if there's a heaven, I didn't see it.

What I did see were eyes. Warm, honey-colored eyes. A face came with them, yes, but it was the eyes that held me, gentle and bright, like sunlight through amber. In those final seconds, that's what I saw-what I clung to.
Now let me tell you my story.