Where's The Snooze Button?

Prologue.

In the end there was nothing. Just a never ending blackness so suffocating it filled the emptiness. Yet somehow I was outside this darkness, separate, watching it, not even my heart beat or breath broke it's never ending silence, simply because there was nothing, nothing of me, but I had hands and hair, feet and torso, It was all there.
Nothing but something. What an odd combination, so odd I couldn't help but laugh and as soon as my voice hit the emptiness a light flickered on.
It was small at first, no bigger than a candles' flame, yet it was everything, it was perfection.
Was this death? Where was the clouds? The angles with harps? I expected some pearly White gates not just a candle. I should have felt cheated by this but the truth was I didn't care. The candle, this light, it meant more than all of that.
It was everything that was good in the world, it was hopes and dreams, it was a child's laughter or the smell of rain on freshly cut grass, it was the wind on a sweltering hot day or simply simply the warmth of a cup of tea in winter.
And as I thought of those things of finding way to put this blissful light into words, it grew, strong and brighter, bigger and bigger, containing all joyous moments in my life, free from any pain or suffering or illness. I had willing yet unknowingly given everything I was to this light.
And I was thankful for it.
For as it grew I sore everything, I sore my childhood dreams, my first ever thought, I sore a world I had lived in fantasies. I sore and I felt happiness.
This death, this afterlife was perfect. So I let the light grow surrounding me in joy and peace and I felt for the first time, pure, undying love.
Then some fucker brought me back to life.