Chapter 45 : Mists of the Dead

Poppy’s POV

An ethereal glow all around me. I didn’t know where I was, but it had to be a field of neverending peace. A soothing mist coiled around my soul as I traversed with other souls. Moving around them like we were koi fish trapped in a neverending dance.

But I felt happy.

All the worries of the past were gone. Who was I? What was I?

I couldn’t remember. My memories had been washed clean. All I knew was that I was dead and this was the afterlife. It should have been frightening, but all I found was comfort.

Through the mist, I walked barefooted through a field of flowers. The grass curled around my toes and tickled the soles of my feet. Joy erupted through me as I galloped and danced.

Frolicking in the sunshine.

I wasn’t alone, other souls shared my joy. Some danced with each other, and some bathed in sunshine.

Nothing could hurt us here.