I've always been different. I've felt different for so many years. Heaven is... boring. I've been doing the same things up here for... I don't know how long. I've been seeing the same people, days, even minutes. It's always the same. The same announcements. The same days. Extermination day is the only day that changes.

I sit up from my bed. I want something new. I want to fly again. I flap my wings. Nothing ever changes here. Always the same talk about Hell and the filthy demons. It's always the same news. It's so... boring. 

I look up at the clock. I always wake up the same time every day for... forever. 7:30 as always. I always go the same place. Every day. Every minute is the same here. The golden clock rings at the same time every time. I literally just have to count down the seconds. I pull up my white golden open shirt. I wear the same clothes every day. I look the same every day. 

"It's always the same." I mutter exiting my house.