The most sappy ending I’ve ever wrote

I can feel my hands up against the bed, I can feel, but it doesn’t feel the same. I open my eyes from my slumber… where am I, who am I? I know I’ve seen this place before but I’m not looking out my eyes. I feel like I’m in someone else’s body, seeing someone from a different perspective. I get up to Look in the mirror staring at my face. I see myself….but I don’t feel myself. I feel as if my mind has come from a different place… as if I’ve been reborn as a the same person, but with a different conscious mind. I attempt to speak, but no words leave my throat only a tiny squeak of confusion, who am I? Only question I know I can ask. What’s my name?

What’s today?

I’ve seen myself before. I know, I have but I don’t have any memories of myself. I know I’ve been in this place before I know what it is. I’ve seen it, heard it, smelled it, but what’s it called?

A lady appears from behind the door

“you’re finally awake.”

Finally? What does she mean by that? Who is she? Can she tell me where I am?

“You know you shouldn’t be standing in your condition “

My condition? I stop staring at my face in the mirror and then observe my body.

my condition.

I’m in a gown, a blue one, 

Blue

A color. A color I’m seeing all around with white. 

“You hit your head pretty hard.”

Blue

She’s wearing blue, a light blue

“How do you feel?“

This question I don’t know how to answer it. I don’t know how I feel. I feel as if I’m not me but it is me I can’t even bring myself to speak.

What’s that smell? I’ve smelled it before I can’t describe it. It doesn’t smell good nor bad it’s just there.

My thoughts go blurry I can’t say anything my palms are hot a wet hot, sweat. they’re sweaty 

My body is heavy. My mind goes blank as I feel myself begin to tip. I hear yelling, but then suddenly nothing anymore. everything went black after that.

“That’s how I died” I spoke no mouth to speak out of but it was still heard by the ones around me.

“That’s brutal” said the blonde  next to me is wings bigger than mine. He has a bunch of eyes but so do I. It’s all we are. 

We are Angels