Can you believe i'm writing a play?

Mother is on stage, folding some clothes. All around are clouds and sky. A door is on the left stage. It looks out of place. Girl enters through door.

Girl:
Holy crap! This door leads to the sky! (looks down at the "sky" and around scared and confused.)

Mother:
Don't be scared honey, come on in.

Girl:
Mother? (nervously steps out onto "sky") Where am I? (gasp) Is this HEAVEN!?

Mother:
Don't ask stupid questions.

Girl:
Whoa....it looks just like I expected.

Mother:
Of course. You're not dead yet, so heaven will be nothing but what you imagine it to be.

Girl:
Hmmm, I guess so. No wonder I'd never seen that door before. Wait...that door to heaven wasn't always there and I just didn't notice, was it?

Mother:
No, it appeared just today and will disappear again tomorrow.

Girl:
Oh. (looks around again and then looks at her mother for the first real time. Tears brim her eyes) Mom, I've...missed you.

Mother:
I know. Well, what are you waiting for? Come over here and give me a hug.

Girl:
(runs over to her mother and hugs her) I'm so sorry about everything. I thought i'd never see you again.

Mother:
Well, techinacally, you won't. I'm not really here right now. I couldn't possibly be, and when you next really see me, you won't have eyes per say, for you shall be a spirit or whatever you like to call it.

Girl:
I thought you couldn't hug spirits. I thought your arms went right through them.

Mother:
You can't. Weren't you listening? I'm not really here.

Girl:
So, wait, if you're not really here, is there really a door to heaven in my laundry room?

Mother:
Well, yes and no, but do you really want to waste your day in heaven talking about the logic of this?

Girl:
No.

Mother:
Then drop it.

Girl:
Alright. Mother, have you missed me too?

Mother:
Well, ummm, no. In heaven you do not feel anything like what you feel on earth. I don't miss you or mourn leaving you or anything.

Girl:
(sadly) Oh.

Mother:
But, I do still love you. You still feel love in heaven.

Girl:
I love you too Mom. (They both sit down and Mother goes back to folding clothes.) You know it was really hard on me, when you left. It was so sudden. I mean, one day I had a mother and the next I was alone.

Mother:
I know.

Girl:
Why did you have to go so soon?

Mother:
I can't really tell you.

Girl:
Why not? It's some sort of heaven secret?

Mother:
No, nothing like that. It's just, unexplainable. It's not something you know or even feel, it's completely unexplainable. You'll only find out when it's your time. But, when you do have to die, there's nothing you can do to stop it. It is inevitable. I would like to say I'm sorry, but I'm not. It had to be. You'll understand one day.

Girl:
Oh. When you died, did it hurt?

Mother:
No, it never hurts. It's the living immediately before dying that hurts. Everyone dies peacefully, but those few seconds right before can be terrible, or so I've heard. My passing was peaceful the whole way. But dying doesn't hurt anyone. It is a release. (really exaggerated) It is an emancipation!

Girl:
But I like living. I never want to die. I don't think I would ever feel freer than I do right now.

Mother:
Here in heaven?

Girl:
No, living!

Mother:
Someday you'll understand. It is so hard for living beings to understand dying. It is more than hard, it is impossible. Dying is to evolve into a more wise beautiful being, but of course, no one knows that until they die and so humans are naturally afraid of dying. To them, it is the end of existence, and actually, in a way, it is. But once you die, you will no longer be afraid like you were when living, but there is no way to stop the fear until you do die.

Girl:
Well, I am afraid. Very afraid. More than I ever let on. Even this isn't completely easing my fear.

Mother:
Of course not. It isn't supposed to. Even those who are "at peace with dying" and the very religious and the suicidal are, at some primative level, terrified. Even this, "seeing heaven" doesn't erase doubt, so don't worry. Your fear is an inevitable as your death.

Girl:
So, if this isn't really heaven, what is heaven like?

Mother:
It is incomprehensible.

Girl:
Could you at least try to explain it?

Mother:
Alright, but you're not going to like it. It is.....nothingness yet everything. Umm, the end of existence yet not exactly. It is physical yet immaterial. It is...(Girl looks at her with anticipation) unexplainable.

Girl:
Fine, I guess I'll just wait and let it be a suprise.

Mother:
(smiles) Yes, I think you should.

Girl:
According to you I have to.

Mother:
Yes, it is inevitable.

Girl:
Stop saying that!

More to come soon! Tell me what you think. (it's supposed to be funny, by the way.)