Short Story

This is a short story I wrote a few months ago... I thought it would be worth reposting here.

The sun is high overhead as I lay in a warm pool.
I closed my eyes knowing that my assignment is finally over.
I will be flying back home tomorrow.
Yesterday, I tried to make a difference.
Friends and loved ones meet me at the airport.

My new room is plush and cozy with no view at all.
The lack of noise is deafening, as I lay in my new bed.
I have an itch but don’t know what to do.
I would have liked to wear something else, but this will do.
Are there really no tears in heaven?