One night I died, after which I woke up to the beat of sensual drumming. I thought, I didn't make it to heaven.

A woman with auburn hair and the most beautiful piercing blue eyes walked towards me. She embraced me with her arms around my neck, her perfect bare breast against my chest.

She acknowledged the vigorous beating of my heart, my mind racing to what comes next. She placed her lips onto mine. I can still remember the taste of her wonderful, teasing mouth. I felt a pinch in my back. As she walked away, holding a red feather in her fingers as a souvenir, confused, I wondered if this wasn't heaven.

​But angels don't have red wings like mine...