Going to Heaven

On a bitterly cold chilly day, I stood shivering to bits. The dress I was wearing wasn’t much, and I felt I was the only one person on this earth, for mist and fog had surrounded me, leaving me peering into nothingness. I didn’t know how I got here. I was fixed onto some rocky place and I smelt a whiff of something sweet. When the mist and fog drifted away, right in front of me stood a new land. The first two things I saw was a golden glittering palace/castle with turrets as tall as giraffes. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I was shocked and bewildered. Tall pillars surrounded the main entrance and butterflies swirled and whirled around them. The place was covered with animals of all kind that were harmless. Heaven, I thought. Heaven is this place. Once more, the land I was gazing at was no ordinary one. I took a glance at what I was standing on. CLOUDS! But nevertheless no ordinary ones either. They were the most peachiest, orangiest colour you had ever seen. They were mixed with a succulent pink that went oh so good.

“Paradise,” I whispered softly. Then I suddenly saw it all. The mighty ONE.