He woke up in a massive bed.
He pushed off the covers and put his feet on marble floor.
It was dark in the room, with a red glow from the windowed wall.
He walked to the edge.
Below the room he saw a city of buildings lit by sunrise.
He saw the ground floor of the building held up by a cloud.
Every building looked like a crystal pillar, with beams of sun streaking into and out of each one.
"Heaven, I'm in Heaven," he thought.
"No," said the bartender.
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That was horrible! What the hell did you have to go and do that for?
I'm not sure. I don't know what's wrong with me.
This version, so much better. i had a lot of talks with a lot of different writers about whether I could go on with a piece of work like that. Now I know I can. Sorry I'm so sensitive.
I lost my mind for a while. I think I have it back.
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