The first thing I smelt when I awoke the crisp smell of an early summer’s orchard. The
land before me was teeming with life. My eyes were not open, it was far too peaceful just to lie
down and relish the early morning. At least, it felt like early morning. How long was I asleep? In
fact, when did I even go to sleep? I was too pacified by comfort to actually want to figure out an
answer. Everything was peaceful, soft, as if I were of a feather mattress destined to belong to the
royalty themselves. A thick one at that too, it had to be mile thick according to the imagination of
my dozing brain. The surface bent blissfully to my weight, and I had to be a foot from where the
surface normally was. I have to tell you it felt good.

I didn’t feel any pillows beneath my head, nor any blankets across my clothed body. No,
they would have only hindered my experience. My head was cushioned by the unusually thick
hair of mine, and its silky texture ran across my face. I could feel each individual strand, and
sensed how each one curved under me or in front of me. Despite my lack of a blanket, I was quite
warm, and whatever I was lying on was quite cozy itself, like the touch of a lover after a long
day. It was a warm caress across my back, where I could feel silken laces of a dress tied in loose
knots. Why would I want such a morning to ever end?

I could feel the bra against my chest, and I could recognise its texture. It was made of
feathers! Now why in the world would I have that? Not only that but it was cool, and. I might
also say it was very comfortable. Whatever bird that became this must of had one fine mate with
how soft his plumage was. It provided a soft, yet flexible protection from the evils that tend to
wait. And the dress itself was very loose around me, and absolutely perfect for sleeping in on this
lazy summer morning. My mind still searched lazily, trying to remember what happened the
night before. Still, nothing came to mind. When you feel that good, I doubt you could ever think
that anything could have gone wrong. Those thoughts would just have to wait.

I open my eyes, and I was facing a perfectly blue sky, undisturbed by and features that
come to the imagination. It was bright, but I couldn’t see the sun. How could it have been so
bright without the sun? I didn’t want to turn around to look for it, I closed my eyes again. I swear
it, whatever I was on sunk even deeper under my weight very blissfully, and offered even great
support than it already had. Still, my mind was confused, where was I?

I opened my eyes once again, and propped myself up to take a look at what I was wearing.
Sure enough, I was wearing a dress, and it looked expensive to say the least. It was made of
something very soft and smooth, but it wasn’t silk. Velvet maybe? It was white, and seemed to
have a little blue tinge to it. It was beautiful. It was then something finally occurred to me, there
was something on my back. I didn’t dare to look, I was more concerned about what I was just
laying upon. It was on a cloud. My questions were being answered in just one wave, but still I
was confused. I was in heaven.

But how, but why? Ugh, I was too tired too think, too dazed. Everything was merely a
forgotten memory. I wasn’t about to object, I couldn’t find a reason to. It felt that good. Not once
however, did I think about rejoicing at that moment. I had the urge to stand up, and I did. The
cloud beneath me supported me diligently, not once wavering, and it was warm against my naked
feet, and surrounded them with each step I took. I didn’t question how outrageous it was, and
what was it coming off my back? The obvious answer comes to mind for you, but you went
through the same thing didn’t you? I looked up, and my hair reached down to my ankles in two
long braids. Why my hair was braided was lost to me, but I could feel the answer already coming
if it hadn’t already. It was there that I looked up and saw god himself. I don’t know if he was
smiling, I can hardly remember if he said something I was so dazed, but that moment was gentle.
It was at his sight though that I could finally realize where I had come, and I collapsed back into
the cloud before me flushed with joy, arms spread out with whatever was on my back followed
the same suit. I could just say what they were, it kicked in at that very moment, but you already
know, you’ve already seen. It was because I finally knew where I was that I was able to get some
rest.

It felt like I slept for a whole day, and the heavens before me were brighter than I
remembered them. Everything was sharper, and my brain no longer confused. The significance of
where I was was then apparent. I was in heaven, for eternity, with the god I love. Were there any
others? Wait.... did I even remember any others? I thought about it, no one came to mind, The bra
seemed comfortably tighter against my chest, as if to offer more support with whatever angelic
feathers it was made of. I still don’t know why that came to mind at the time. There was no
schedule, there was no worry, only comfort.

I pushed myself off the cloud and stood on my feet, and a wave of warmth spread through
my body. I was in ecstasy. The realization of where I was sent blood pumping softly through my
veins with anticipation. I wanted to do something, I wanted it to be big! I started running, and the
wings on my back caught the wind, ready to fly. I didn’t, no. I did something more important than
what flying seemed to me at the time. I praised the lord.

I praised, I sang, I recited the glorifying passages of the apostles themselves. I sang louder
than the choirs of angels I imagined as a child, with a voice more beautiful than a chickadee on
the first day of spring. I sand with the clarity of the waves crashing upon an empty beach. I sang
with the joy of having a promise fulfilled by one who you love more than any other. I sang with
more love than two united lovers on their wedding day. I sang.

It was there I realized that Heaven is not about the comfort it offers, nor is it about the
eternity of bliss and rest. No. It is to be reunited with the creator of all, the one you truly love.
That, was what made Heaven worth it. That was what my life was all about.