Not His Time

The pain was excruciating but only lasted a second. The next second it was gone and he found himself in a meadow. It was full of wild flowers and strawberries, he saw a white bunny. Weird, as they ones he usually saw were brown. Do you like our meadow? It was words, but in his head, not in his ears. He looked up and saw the most gorgeous angel. She smiled at him. “Sorry, it is not your time,” she said. Bam! He was back in his broken body. Paramedics were working on him. He was upset, wishing for the meadow. But alas, it was not his time.