That age when you don’t have to sleep to dream. That’s what I choose. If there is an afterlife, that’s where I would stay. In that one instant, of that one night, in that one year, when the world was just as it should be. I would hold on so tightly to the things that I loved—things that life eventually took from me—no, stole from me, as if my heart had been ripped from my chest while it was still beating and I was forced to watch as it slowly wound down and stopped, stilled forever—that’s where I will be, And I will never wake up from that dream. That is what I hope heaven is, if it’s anything.