"A Place Called Heaven" is a fantasy (in progress)

WRITING IS THERAPEUTIC & SO IS TRAVEL, SO TODAY I'M WRITING CREATIVELY AND TOMORROW I'M TRAVELING--SEE YOU IN A WEEK UNLESS I GET A CHANCE TO WRITE. "A Place Called Heaven" is a work in progress (so feel free to comment). "A Place Called Heaven" By Emme H. Johnson I awoke from a dream last night with a vision of a place called “Heaven.” In the dream, the first thing I saw was an image of my mother’s face as she smiled at my sister playing in a field of yellow daffodils overlooking a luscious green valley split into two areas— darkness and light. Colors came mostly in hues. Extremes like the color black and white did not exist. On the light side of the valley, people were strolling along the banks of a sparkling river, some following alongside a golden path separating the two heavenly realms that otherwise existed side by side. All anyone had to do if they got tired of one side is walk across the glittering roadway into the other heavenly realm. But nobody tried. At least, not anymore. The light side of heaven glitters like gold. Every once in a while, iridescent bubbles spring from one of the babbling pools of cool water and rise high into the sky. Then there is a tiny bubbling sound, like a thousand tiny clowns spreading giggles through the air. Birds of every color imaginable fly high in the air over mountains and rainbows, even above a silver moon that glows effervescent and smiles every once in a while. It flickers once or twice at bedtime and again when it’s time to start a new day. The dark side of heaven is filled with stars and very dark greyness. The nights are bluish cold with nothing but a tiny orange moon to light the sky. Inhabitants walk around with picks and canes, as though mining for gold, and perhaps they are because on the bright side of heaven, the streets are paved with gold. On the light side, there are deep ravines and so many flowers you couldn’t detect all the colors—colors you never saw before sprinkled throughout grassy meadows and along green and purple treetops. There’s a rainbow- colored river that runs quicksilver through a glistening meadow and a river that circles backwards and upwards through the hills, sparkling and whistling along the way. On the dark side of heaven, this same river flows, but only in circles. Watching it circle around and around is a dizzying experience, so those on the dark side of heaven avoid it except when they can’t fall asleep.] ----(To be continued...)