It was cold.
The kind of cold that penetrated deep within the bones.
June couldn't open his eyes. However, he could hear a beautiful melody from far away.
His eyebrows furrowed in his sleep.
"Did I actually die?" he muttered.
The singing continued, and the cold intensified.
"It's cold," he whispered. "It seems like I'm in heaven," he smiled.
Despite all of the sins he had committed, the deities actually allowed him a chance to go to heaven!
Now, it didn't seem like dying was too bad.
He sniffed the air and smelled a delicious scent—one of fresh pie in the oven.
A small smile appeared on his lips. "Pie," he muttered.
It had been a while since he ate the baked good.
"June," a woman's voice said.
June's eyebrows furrowed. "God?" he asked.
"He must be out of his mind," she muttered, making June even more confused.
So, god was actually a woman, huh?
"Wake up, idiot!"
