trapped

The days crawled by, and he had no more food or water left. With a pale white face and numb limbs, he made a final, jerky, movement with his fingers and fell into unconsciousness, finally succumbing to his fate. When he opened his tightly closed eyes, he could only see golden colours. As he adjusted to the light, he recognised the other colours, with gold overpowering them.
'Is this heaven? Why am I dressed like this?'
He spoke aloud, his voice in a high pitch with an icy tone, filed with conviction. He looked down, registering the fact that he was in heaven and wearing royal clothings. He was wrapped in a golden cloak from his shoulders all the way to his toes. A royal blue suit buttoned up smarty upon his chest gleamed in the sunlight, tucked neatly into his golden pants, which were made of a cozy material. A leather belt of a dark blue shade stood prominently on his hip, the buckle a shiny silver.
As all this information registers in his head, he decided that the only place to go was the wide, golden gates in front of him. As he approach the gates, he could not help but notice how soft the clouds he was walking on were. Fluffy and white, but protecting some parts of the Earth from the Sun's harmful UV rays.

DISCLAIMER
IDEA WAS NOT MINE. CONTINUED STORY FROM DENYING HEARTS. CLICK ON LINK TO READ FIRST PART.