The other place

i watched the people below me, screaming and crying. They were begging, for their spouses, their children, their friends and of course for themselves. they were going to a better place now, why couldnt they see that? they were to simple minded, i assured myself, their perspectives haven’t been broadened yet. if they only saw the world how i saw it, they would stop running from the flames. they would let themselves be engulfed and purified, they would willingly _melt _into their futures. whatever. theyll be there soon. I turned and walked to the table behind me, and poured myself a glass of red wine while i turned the record player up higher. I sipped and let my body sway to whatever hippie tune was playing now. I always kind of liked the Greatful Dead, although it was father who liked them the most. I wish he could have seen me now, what i had done, the feat of humanity i was achieving. He was always so impressed with Jesse, but where is Jesse now? Burning hundreds of feet below me, being delivered to pure bliss, absolute perfection, and _I’m _the one who gave it to him. When the glass was empty i couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of peace. I shut off the crystal chandalier above me, the lamp next to the couch and the holiday lights that were hugging the giant tree in the room. I went back to the glass doors, but this time I opened them. I stepped out, the wails having turned to muffled cries and dying last breaths. I myself took one last breath, only to be met with the smell of smoke and burnt flesh. No matter, everything was sweet there, even the air we wouldn’t need and the breaths we wouldn’t need to take. I smiled, closed my eyes, and waited for the growing flames to finally cover me.