"I do not want to eat boiled lizard eggs for dinner," Ben shouted as his eyes snapped open.
He breathed heavily as if woken up from a nightmare. It took him a moment to reorganize; he looked around to find that he was inside some big, luxurious room with a classical, king-sized comfy bed.
The room was spacious, with a stone pattern wall, red-black carpet on the floor, and golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Other than the bed, there was only a small furnace burning red, almost about to extinguish.
Ben felt a sourness in his body, but somehow he was also feeling refreshed as if a heavy weight from his shoulders had been lifted. Slowly, Ben's memories cleared up, and he recalled the last thing he remembered.
"It looks like I finally reached heaven," Ben said with a warm smile on his face. That was until a voice in his head peered into his ears.
[Certainly not. You have more to suffer in the living world.
