Author POV
He thought he had died.
He remembered that he stood by the river of death, holding a small lantern, waiting his turn to cross the river and go to the afterlife, when suddenly his whole view changed to somewhere else.
It was like he was sucked back into that room.
"This is—" The man furrowed his brow without moving from where he stood now, scanning around with his eyes, realizing he was taken to a place that was so familiar in his memory.
Not just familiar, this place had silently witnessed his life during childhood and adolescence. The room looked empty and deserted, but clean even though no one was there.
Somehow, there was a pull from within, and the man walked towards one corner of the room and stopped when he reached the edge of the bed.
Ah—the bed.
As if underst
