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I died and went to Heaven.

I was invited in and given a cloud.

I laid on my cloud and fell asleep. I couldn’t sleep long and woke up groggy when the sun shone on my face. 

Then I was told it was time for me to go to work. I had to assemble harps. It was an exhausting eight-hour shift. I was angry that I still had to work.

Then I had to use the bathroom. I couldn’t find one. I had to ask around. I almost didn’t make it in time.

When I came out of the bathroom I ran into God. I said that I was feeling upset that being dead was just like being alive.

God said that I was often upset about things when I was alive too, so it made sense.