I looked around me, confused beyond words. Is this heaven? It sure felt like it.

I was lying on something soft and silky. The air around me was pleasant.

Should I call for someone now that I have regained my senses? I did just that.

“Is anybody here? I am Charlotte Anderson. I need help to understand what is going on!”

At least this is what I wanted to say. But it came out all wrong.

“Wahhh ………….wahahaaa”

What is wrong with my voice?

Let me try again.

“Hello! I am Charlotte Anderson, one of the newcomers here. I need someone to…….”

But again, it sounded something like “Waaaaa ssssss……….Waha sssss!”

What in the world am I saying? And why do I sound like a mad baby?

Just as I was thinking this, a man came hurrying towards me. Maybe he works here in heaven. But why is he wearing clothes like us earthlings? Aren’t heavenly people supposed to wear those white shiny gowns? I guess that was just a myth.

I asked the man, “ What is going on here? Is this heaven like I think it is? Where is everyone else?”

But to my utter dismay, my words again came out in a baby gibberish. I sighed. This is so annoying!

“What happened sweety? Why are you crying? The man asked while looking at me.

Sweety? Why is he calling me that? Why is he talking to me in a baby voice?

The man suddenly lifted me up and I let out a surprised gasp. I tossed and turned in his hold doing my best to get out.

But then, my eyes went to my body. I stopped breathing for a second. I am a baby! At least I looked like a baby. Small body, tiny hands and legs, little clothes……. Everything was a baby product.

I stared at the man, completely speechless.

He took the opportunity and said hastily. “ Why are you crying, my baby? Did you do potty?

I felt a hand on my stomach pulling down my pants. I let out a blood curling scream.

A woman came hurrying towards us.

“What happened? Why is Charlie crying? The woman asked while taking me away from the man.

“Don’t know, honey! She just wouldn’t stop. Is she hungry again?” The man now rubbed soothing circles on my head.

The woman kept me back on the soft and silky thing. “I don’t think so. I fed her only half an hour ago. Perhaps……..”

She swiftly pulled down my pants dismissing my violent protests. I let out a string of colorful words; but they sounded like a possessed baby crying her life out.

The duo then started discussing different reasons for my vicious crying. I tuned them out. I needed time to think. Think seriously.

This was simply beyond my imagination. I could not understand what the hell was going on. I was in heaven; I got that much. But then where exactly was I? Back on Earth? But I distinctly remembered getting into a car accident while I was driving to work. My driver had been unable to control the car due to the piled snow.

And why the hell I was a baby? The last thing I clearly remembered was dying in the back of my Cadillac. Then why am I here? And who are these people?

Did I get reincarnated so fast? Or did I become a ghost and now I am haunting this poor baby? Or perhaps I indeed was in hell and this was Satan’s idea of torture? My mind was filled with questions I didn’t have any answers to.

I felt a hand on my head, patting me lightly. Fortunately or unfortunately; It broke my chain of thoughts. The patting was now rhythmic. I felt my eyes getting heavy. Am I feeling sleepy? But why? I need to think about my uninformed existence. I don’t want to sleep! But alas! My eyelids slowly closed down and I drifted off to La La Land.