A small, and sick little girl, laying in a bed of white, and no one around to help her.

When she opened her eyes, she was suprised to see herself, laying there; motionless.

Others would have cried, or be angry with what this meant, but not her.

She started skipping around the room, with a huge smile stuck on her face, only stopping to look out of the window, at the flower beds below.

“Why are you so happy?”

A black shadow of a man appeared in the corner. She couldn’t see his face, then again, she couldn’t really see anything other than the black that consumed him.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Nevermind, it’s none of my buisness.”

“Do you think that I could go outside before we have to go?”

He seemed stunned, but answered, “Um, sure.”

He grabbed her hand, and then they were outside.

She got to work and smelled all of the flowers and picked up the pretty ones. She rolled in the grass and then started to make some flower crowns out of the flowers she thought were pretty.

“Thank you.” she said.

“What?”

“Thank you. I was never allowed to go outside. The doctor said that I was too sick.”

“Do you know why you’re here? Don’t you know what happened to you?”

“Yes, I know. I’m dead, aren’t I?”

They looked at eachother for a while, not saying anything.

“My mom and dad spent a lot of money on me so that I could lay in that bed for longer than I should have.” She said while handing him one of the two flower crowns she made.

“Now, they don’t have to worry abou that.” She put on the other crown on her own head.

“I’m ready to go now.” she said grabbing his hand.

“Y-you’re welcome.” He said, then lead her to the afterlife.