Huh, if I'd known dyin' would feel this good, maybe I wouldnta fought it so long.
'Course bein' mauled by a big old bear didn't feel real good but ever'thing after that...
I can't believe they sent a girl angel for me. She's the prettiest thing I ever seen, with that silver-blonde hair. Her face just seemed to be made of light, except for the eyes—about the color of a golden maple leaf—and just the teeniest bit'a pink on her lips.
I know it musta been some kinda dream, but I coulda swore I saw her rassle that bear and him run off, like he was hurt. All I could really think of though, watchin' her while I was layin' there...helluva ass.
But I'm not s'posed to think like that anymore. I'm on my way to Heaven. Funny...I woulda thought we'd be outta the woods and mountains by now. It still feels and smells like home.
I don't care how long it takes though. This is a mighty fine ride on the back of the angel. People always talked about angel hair like it was real thin and fine but this angel's hair is thick and soft, like a pillow for me. And it smells real good.
Wonder if the skin smells as good. Maybe I can use my nose to kinda like push through the hair and get to...ah, yeah, that's nice. Skin smells maybe even better than the hair. It's cool against my face. Guess I shouldn't be puckerin' on it but...
Yeah, they really shoulda sent a boy angel for me