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The light blinds me. I try to shield my eyes with my hand, but it's no good - the light is everywhere. I can hear a heavenly chorus, and I know that if I'd stayed at Sunday school I'd know which rank of angels has such beautiful voices. The fact that I didn't makes me wonder why I'm here.
"It happened again!"
A rough voice punctures the ambience and I can see properly. Angels in hard hats wander around carrying toolboxes. Scaffolding obscures much of the pearly gates, while a line of people file through the gap. The angel before me holds a clipboard.
'What's wrong?'
'You shouldn't be here', he replies.
'Oh. Should I be'' I look downward.
'Not at all. But you'll have to go to admin so they can send you back'.
'Why?'
'Someone messed up the paperwork and took you before your time'.
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Ah it sounds like the fucking dmv but it was a great short I love it like your building this beautiful entrance to a whimsical heaven and then all the sudden reality hits like a bitch I love it
