I've Died a Thousand Times

He felt warm.

The heat that kissed his face reminded him of the sun’s rays.
His head rests on something cloud-like.

Ezra is not in pain. His muscles are not sore.

His stomach does not churn in hunger, and his lips are no longer cracked and dry.

He can feel his senses coming to life as the darkness that covered his mind is slowly pulled away.

He becomes aware of his surroundings.

There’s a part of Ezra that is basking in the pleasantries, but there’s also another part of him that worries.

If he opens his eyes what will he see?

Is he dead?
Is this heaven?

Ezra is tired of wondering, so slowly he opens his eyes.