Feathers

I woke up in a white room in front of a white unicorn with a white mane wearing a white suit sat at a white desk. He was staring at the gate behind him.
"Go ahead," He muttered. "Just don't leave."
"Trust me," I looked at the gate. "I won't."
I walked up to the gate, which creaked open in front of me.
'I don't deserve this.' But I walked through the gate anyway. And as I looked at my new home, I realized that I did deserve it.
After I died, I don't think Cloudsdale was nearly as ashamed anymore.