An alabaster-colored canopy was what met my eyes, right after I opened them. I stood up from the bed that I was resting on, a majestic Oval-shaped bed with snow-colored sheets. The bed is not mine. Instead of stepping on the floor that was daisy in color, I floated. I slowly glide, glimpsing the aesthetic room. The large golden bi-doors, the daisy-colored tray ceiling with a popcorn texture, and stippling textured wall. This aesthetic room is not mine. I guess that I'm in heaven. However, I wonder how I died. I reckon I was eaten by that Python. What I can recall is Python's approach. I don't know what transpired after that, but it is clear that I was eaten. I mean I'm in heaven. The place is suitable to be called heaven.