Surreal Bliss

Relax, let go, I hear the distant voices whisper. Strange sensations overcome me, surreal, floating like a speck of dust, my body numb, my soul in rapture. Colors I''ve never seen before, glow with a soft warmth, surrounding me. I am drawn up further by a force that defies gravity. The light turns white. Then I see them, faint figures of my past, motioning me to come forth, I greet them exuberantly, with love and passion. I am ecstatic; filled with bliss, and then my Grandmother whispers to me, "I''m so glad you''ve finally come home".