You were sleeping. but, died in your sleep. As you wake up, you are surrounded by light. As your eyes adjust to the brightness, you see the god you believe in

God (whichever one you believe in): Hello my chi... wait, youre not supposed to be here yet. Oh the angel of death is gonna get a mouthful when i get my hands on him. In the meantime, i shall allow you to create your own universe. Your god then bestows you the power to mold a blank universe to your will. He/She then storms off angrily