My Idea Of Heaven
My teacher assigned a task to compose a descriptive article about my idea of heaven and I got a bit stuck. I couldn’t imagine any notions about it so, I kept solving puzzles and learning. Trying to write something underneath the title of the descriptive writing I was assigned to write. Days passed and a billion stars exploded once again; singing in infinite patterns. The darker the night, the more candied the song becomes. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. “Heaven..” I whispered to myself. Red roses gently embraced the walls built of stones of varying sizes and shapes, each one unique. Everything there was like a bright shade of green, there were mushrooms of a bright shade and trees that seemed to even smile. Little creatures flying around. What I’d like to call ‘fairies’. Why not? Heaven doesn’t exist either. The ground was sturdy and strong, as if those who built were set on perfection; and they must really love what they made. The crystalline lake. So pure and clean that ...