And then it went white. I forgot everything I knew. My eyes focused and I noticed I was laying on a cloud. You would think that it would be light and fluffy but it was surprisingly damp and warm like someone had wrapped me in a moist towel. The only other thing I could see in the clouds was a white pedestal. On that pedestal lay a feather. The feather was a soft, almost pastel, rainbow. It radiated a sense of safety and reassurance. I walked over to the feather cautiously and picked it up, but it was heavier than I thought. It felt as if I had just picked up a mountain, so much so that I fell from the clouds.