[ WP ] You have died but instead of going to heaven or hell you are given your own blank slate to create a new world in . But there is a catch . You can only use things you knew about , used , or have in your previous life to build this world .

When I opened my eyes, I expected to be greeted by the devil, of at least be greeted by something religious. However, I saw nothing... except a sketchbook and a pencil. I was agnostic and relied mainly on science to make sense of the way everything was. Even then, I sort of expected to end up in some sort of spiritual realm, and my old Christian teacher saying, `` I told you so!''. 
 
 I guess I was right. I mean, I sort of expected to never have any thoughts when I die, but I guess having a state of mind while my body slowly decomposes into the earth is n't so bad either. 
 
 I picked up the sketchbook and pencil, confused as to why out of everything that had to be in my state of mind, it was these two objects. I opened the sketchbook to see if it was useful to me in any way. The first page had the words `` THE WORLD IS YOUR CANVAS''. 
 
 I guessed that I had to draw a world with this pencil. I had always loved to doodle, so it was only natural that my state of mind would let me draw my own world. I started to sketch a unicorn with the pencil. It looked like a drunk pony with an ice cream cone for a horn, but eh. Effort was effort. 
 
 I was excited to see the unicorn come to life, but in a split second the unicorn melted into a pile of blood. The blood vaguely spelt `` NOT REAL''. 
 
 This disappointed me. I've always wanted to touch a unicorn's horn, but I guess some things were never meant to be. I sighed and started sketching something more... real. I drew the woman who gave birth to me. While on paper she looked like she had spaghetti hair, when she popped into my mind canvas, she resembled my mother. She even spoke motherly words such as, `` I missed you so much, Veronica! How are you?''. I guess that's not really what my mother would say in the human world, she would probably swear at me because she was drunk, but I'll take it. It seemed unnatural to me, but I'm already dead, so who cares? 
 
 I drew my father next to see how he would interact with my mother. In the real world, he would scream at her until his throat died, but in my fantasy universe my parents acted like the perfect couple. They kissed each other then my mother let herself be immersed in his embrace. This was my ideal land. 
 
 I drew everything the way it should be, but `` better'', if you know what I mean. I drew my city from the best that I could remember, and my memory corrected everything for me. I could n't draw anything besides my city because all the other places in the world seemed vague to me, but it did n't matter. Everyone was so fake, yet peaceful. The cats and dogs lived together in harmony, and cancer ceased to exist. I guess there was something off about my world though. Everyone acted out of character, and my friends seemed to suspiciously agree with everything I say. I even managed to have my crush fall in love with me. Strange, because I knew in my heart that we had no chance of ever being together. 
 
 This world was superficial. This world was the perfect utopia.
