Chapter 2

"If this is heaven," he thought to himself, "then heaven seems fuzzy." A few unfamiliar memories came to him as he tried to figure out exactly what he was looking at. He was quicky coming to the realization that he was, in fact, not dead. He knew this because he had been taught that in heaven there would be no pain. And right now the pain was like music coming from a low-rider. It was annoying and he couldn't figure out where it was coming from.

Whatever the white object was in front of him had straight lines and seemed to have weird symbols printed on or near the lines. He could feel the pressure in his head building but on the bright side the pain that was once general in nature was becoming more specific in regards to source. It was coming from his back.

He felt a little silly as he realized that the white object with indeterminate markings was a piece of notebook paper that was four inches from his nose and was upside down from his point of view. This raised an interesting question, "What is my point of view?"

In an instant he knew. Two things gave it away. One was the pressure that was building in his cranium. The other, and more telling, was that after looking around either everything around him was upside down.... or he was.