She opened her eyes and sat up. Where am I? What is this place? She wondered as she looked out the window of the house. The house was surrounded by wheat fields.
“You’re awake and here at last.” A familiar voice said. It was Tom, her husband, the one who said, “I promise to show you the world as I see it,” and the one who got sick and passed on shortly their honeymoon.
“H-how is this possible?” She stuttered. Am I dreaming? He hadn’t aged a day.
Tom smiled, “You should take a look at yourself.” He grabbed her hand and led her to a mirror. She gasped. I’m young again. “Do you remember the last thing that happened?”
As Tom said the words, blurry memories began to play back in her mind. “I was an 89-year-old woman in my nursing home bedroom,” she spoke aloud, “I remember going to bed. I was exhausted. I fell asleep and woken up here in this house.” As she spoke, she had come to realize the only reason she could see Tom was because she was…”dead.”
“So this is…”
“Heaven?” Tom finished her sentence. “I guess you can call it that. Come on,” he held out his land, “I have a promise to fulfill.”