Beginning of a short/medium length story to be judged

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Who, Where, When, How. These were the questions he automatically asked himself as he was lifted from his nest of filth by two angels dressed in blue. The angels answered his questions and set him down in a chariot that was covered in red and blue lights. The chariot was driven by the angel of death. The angel of death was an emotionless woman. The angels dressed in blue used tools that were given to them by god to mend the mistakes of man and mortality that afflicted the lifted boy.
He looked up at the ceiling in awe. He saw two angels and heard the singing of a choir as he flew out of the realm of the Earth. He escaped from the third dimension and watched his life from an objective place, he saw birth, love, heartbreak, anger, sadness, joy, envy, misery. It was beautiful, and he forgot that he had once seen it as ugly. Ugliness as a concept was missing from his dead mind. Everything was simply beautiful, as it was meant to be. He looked down and saw a girl who he had loved, she was asleep and had forgotten for a time. He looked down and saw his mother watching a television show about women who screamed at each other. He even saw his father calmly listening to lively music that was made on a computer program. Everything was.
Breathing is an unconscious action, but suddenly, Nathan was very conscious of his breathing. It had a peaceful rhythm, like the waves of a calm lake in the summer. Two old women in black coats and an angel in a white robe were looking at him from the opposite end of an angelic white room. The room had white lights, white walls, a white drape, and a white bed with white sheets. There was a window in the ceiling that displayed a different beautiful landscape each time Nathan looked at it.