Looking for Happiness

l boys and girls dancing on top of my unconscious body. I just realized that I should be finding it weird watching them dancing and singing on my unc

tly, I'm not scared of watching them dancing with their lovely little wings and long white dresses. I wonder if they are angels. If they are angels, does that only mean that I am dead? W

low me."

me; I'm higher than the airplanes and the tallest of everything underneath the ground. I'm sure I am afraid of heights, but I'm not scared of flying with these angels. Acrophobia is not in my conscious mind this time; all I know is that I am enjoying the s

leave my unconscious body in the middle of nowhere? I want to ask her what happened to me. Where will they take me? My thoughts are being interrupte

clouds around the place, it looks like a location in a fantasy world. We continue flying to the cloud that is soft like cotton and texture like silk. She jumps to the clouds, leaving me behind. I want to scr

ne can hurt you he

em. What if my mom and my sisters are looking for me? What would I tell them? They will not believe in me. And what if this is just a dream? I

omeone call

see on the ground looking at me is a bearded white man wit

concerns and worries in your head." t

when I'm not using my mouth? She

mouth with her hand. "Don't jok

. I can talk to her without saying anything, but jus

nicate in this place. She jumps out to the clouds and runs, looki

Kasey." A boy nex

re. Besides, these kids look younger than any of my classmates at school, maybe three or four years younger

ere in the trees and around the tall grasses and flowers, but I can't see her anywhere. Then, in the middle of the weeds, I feel someone is watching me. I look behind me, see

." Annie says, motioni

ur father

cover my mouth with my hands, feeling the hap

Father of all mankind living on the Earth, the Father of

young and too dumb to unders

m doing here?" I as

per, but He doesn't look like th

mething first." The Father says. "Since you're alread

hite long dress. She is holding a tray of cookies and milk. She sits on the grass, and all the kids sit beside her. She looks around, looking for someone, then when She spots me looking at them

in our snack." A sweet, mot

g to the crowd. I like it here, a

is Mother."

ur mother?

aughs at m

kinds." The lady says, p

cloud to lie, some take a space on the grass to lie. I sleep on the grass next to Mother, who is singing a song to a boy. I

I watch her sing a song around, one kid at a time

asks, giving me a sweet smile. "You'

won't sing a sweet lu

. Her voice is so sweet, I wonder i