This Exciting Life - Chapter 3 God Is Idle

It was as if all air was sucked out of my body and I collapsed in despair. I hid my face in my hands as the tears started falling. I was more than awake now and knew the truth.

The memories of my crash flashed before me like a bad soap opera. This was just so f*cked up! How much loss and grief did one family deserve? We had never hurt anyone, ever!

“This can’t be real! This can’t be real! This can’t be real!” I kept repeating to myself.

When immense grief hits you, your brain will protect you automatically by going into denial and kind of go numb. I knew this feeling, I had felt it twice before. I looked up and cried.

“Give me my life back! If you’re God, you can do it! I know you can! You’re the Almighty Creator of Life!”

As I was begging and despairing, multiple small and bigger clouds engulfed me in fluff as if comforting me, giving me solace. Surprisingly, they were pretty warm and helped me to calm down. I lowered my gaze to the small cloud I was hugging and sighed.

“My grandparents, all four of them they don’t deserve this. My death might just be the last kick that’ll put them to their deaths. They still have so much to live for, so much to give.”

“I’m sorry, dear child. I know this is a lot to take in, but I can’t bring back the dead. Your soul has already left your mortal body and right now the only thing that keeps you from entering the afterlife is me holding on to your soul, as we speak.”

Wow, all this talk of death, loss, grief, soul and afterlife kind of made me thirsty and exhausted.

I slumped back on the mofumofu bed and buried my head in the mofumofu pillow. After a while of rolling around in self-pity, I sat up properly and faced God.

“So, what now?” I asked. “Why are you holding on to my soul and what will happen to all four of my grandparents? And what will happen to me?”

God conjured up a table with snacks and beverages and two comfortable armchairs and gestured me to sit down with him.

“Patience, dear child. Patience. Please, come sit with me. Would you like some tea or perhaps coffee? Raphael sometimes brings me some Da Hong Pao tealeaves when he visits Earth to spread healing. Though it’s a mortal’s drink, I find it very much to my liking. The same goes for the coffee, it’s Kopi Luwak. I also have some juice made from the ambrosias. Zeus always gives me a batch when he visits from time to time. We also have”

Have you ever seen an anime series or read a manga where the policemen or an old grumpy man catch a group of young delinquents doing naughty things? And then the policemen or the grumpy old man raise their fists while roaring “Koraaa!!!”? in exasperation?

That’s was I felt like wanting to do, right now! God, this is not the time to be idle. I suddenly felt so drained again.

As I sat down, God kept throwing out a long list of choices. Most of it was from Earth, from the mortal realm, and he probably did it to accommodate me, the one that had just lost her life and left a lot of loved ones behind. I just stared at him, dumbfounded.

Everything God offered were either the most expensive or most rare of their kind on Earth, but I decided to go for the juice, I mean it was ambrosia! It was freaking ambrosia from the Greek myth! And I’m telling you, it was so delicious. No wonder it was the number one stable on the Greek gods’ dinner table.

God went for the tea. As expected from an old geezer. Even his method of drinking tea with both of his hands clasped around the cup was very sage-like. Now all he needed was to sit on a lonely mountain top in a meditating position. I almost choked on my delicious juice thinking about it.

God gave me a side eye. I think he can read my mind Yep, he can definitely read it. Urgh.