Washington D.C

“He isn’t breathing. No pulse.” The nurse stared at the doctor, looking worried.
“Get the defibrillator.”
They gave him electric shock to his heart.
“Still no pulse.”
“Give him Epi IV.”
“No response.”
“Get me adrenaline.”
Another stream of electrical energy flew through his body.

Kendrick Lovington felt his body was flying. Everything was white, clean, and bright. He saw an immense garden behind a large crystal clear blue pool. He flew over the pool and saw himself on the surface of the pool, lying on the hospital bed.
Crossing the pool, he drew up and caught an immense breathtaking bluish-white castle with many wide glistening windows.
It was a fully decorated palace with beautifully adorned arches, high towers, and open balconies. On its surroundings was a huge garden with sprawling orchards, green trees with bristled leaves, patches of soft colorful flowers, ramblingly picturesque white gazebos, wandering creeks and small ponds.
Kendrick could not move his legs. Around him, many splendidly glorious females flew - dark, yellow, white, tan skin with their beautiful graceful robes and gowns.
One of them approached him who was still standing in gape.
“Hello, Kendrick, my name is Amadis,” she greeted him.
Amadis was a tall female with wavy golden hair tumbling softly on her shoulders. She was wearing diamond v-band wreath on her forehead. Her skin was so radiant.