[ WP ] [ CW ] Write a happy story that turns into a horror-story with the last sentence .

I awoke, the first realization of countless many, in this, my true heaven. 
 
 The chirp of birds replaced the beep of the EKG. The warmth of the sun on my skin replaced the cold fluorescent lights, and beckoned me to open my eyes. I was in a green valley, instead of a white room. I was under the shade of a giant oak tree, instead of a threadbare blanket. A gently breeze lent a coolness to the air, and played a delicate song on the bows of the tree. It was a welcome relief from the forced dry air and the hum of the air conditioner that produced it. 
 
 I took a deep breath, the first of countless many, in this, my true heaven. 
 
 Not moments before, I had been laying in a hospital bed, old, weak, and helpless. I had been unable to move even my head. Now, I stretched my arms, and the felt the latent power of remade muscles coiled beneath my skin. I rose to my feet, and felt joy at the lack of pain. I couldn ’ t remember the last time I had been able to stand so straight, or see so clearly. 
 
 I took a long stride, the first of countless many, in this, my true heaven. 
 
 I had been surrounded by people, and yet alone. Dozens of nurses and doctors that didn ’ t know my name without looking at my chart. No one had come to see me in months. The one person I wished by my side could not be there -- for my wife had died ten years earlier. Since then, I had been alone, a hell on earth. But it was a temporary hell, and as my eyes found my wife, I gasp with the realization that I was now free of that hell. Her back was turned, but her frame was unmistakable. I had been dreaming of it for ten years. 
 
 I smiled, the first of countless many, in this, my true heaven. 
 
 My wife did not yet see me, and so I ran to her. I *RAN*. It felt so good. I made my way down the hill, laughing, my desire to surprise her at war with the joy I felt. But I need n't have worried. She was engaged with scene in front of her. I couldn ’ t blame her. We were in heaven. Everything was wonderful. Everything was perfect. Everything was complete. I reached my arms out, in order to embrace my wife. 
 
 I would give her a hug, the first of countless many in this, my true heaven. 
 
 It was then that I hit an invisible wall. I have spent the countless years since yelling, waving, and begging to reach my wife. Just an acknowledgement, a glimmer of recognition. A simple glance that says “ I know you. ” This is all I desire. It is all I can think of. 
 
 But, she has never once turned her head, in this, my true hell.
