“And this wonderful building is the Heavenly Healing Spa,” an angel who had introduced herself as Angel Adhira explains to Harris.
They stand on magnificently groomed grounds, facing a modern white-stucco structure set on a high plateau in the distant mountains, far, far away from Heaven Interportal Airport. A jogging track surrounds the building, along with areas of play and contemplation amongst the gardens and trees. On this starlit night, there are quite a few souls enjoying the air scented with exotic flowers.
Harris looks up at the slight angel beside him, dressed in mauve yoga pants, with her long, glistening black hair pulled into a ponytail. She’s the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wishes he could paint her. Then he remembers he committed suicide and begins to we
