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Residence in heaven

That place seemed different, the sky was not clear, there were no clouds, the grass that I walked was so soft and very long, as if it had not been cut for years, I was alone, and my breathing was agitated but the smell of this place it was nostalgic and sad.

cherry_cola_2163 · Fantasy
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chapter 5

REMY

The gift was a scarf of beautiful color and also a necklace, they never gave me anything for now, and having this part of the Heaven family makes me very happy.

The scarf can go with everything and Dylan. He just gave me one, I really appreciate that he gave me one.

I grabbed Dylan's arm and as we were going to dinner, I noticed she was smiling and I asked her why:

-I see you very happy, something very good happened to you?

-I was very happy to see that you liked the gift, Remy. I rarely give this kind of thing.

- Yes, it's because nobody else got here, right?

-Sure...- he lowered her gaze and changed from her smile to a serious face. And out of nowhere, an uncomfortable silence arrived, but luckily we were already reaching the table.

Mr. and Mrs. Heaven saw us together, and I saw how happy they were to see us like this together.

-And what about Dylan? Since when was he so nice to Remy?

-Is it weird that he's nice to guests?

Everyone laughs.

-Very good, - says Mrs. Heaven with a smile so big you can see her teeth, - Remy, sit where you like while I bring them food.-

The table was so long that I couldn't believe that only 3 people lived, are there other people? Mr. Heaven was sitting in the center of the table, and I and Dylan were sitting at the ends and Mrs. Heaven was going to sit at the other end, right across from Dylan.

When he brought the food, I was excited to see a great variety of food, there were chicken, salads and fruit juices, they were of all the colors that I could have seen in my life! The rice was in a pot and when Mrs. Heaven raised the top of the rice, the most delicious and exquisite smell that I could have smelled in my life came out.

I did not know that the heaven family ate so much, I do not know if all this would fill me up or I will not be able to eat anymore.

Mrs. Heaven gave me everything that was on the table, and when I prepared it, I saw how she was happy to give me the food, she is a very beautiful woman.

Exactly 30 minutes passed and... IT WAS THE MOST DELICIOUS AND THE RICHEST FOOD EVER EASED! I have never tasted anything like this, and feeling an explosion of flavors in my mouth was the best thing that happened on this day:

-Remy, did you like the food?- Asks Mrs. Heaven.

- It was the richest thing I have ever tasted in my life, thank you very much for the food Mrs. Heaven, you cook very deliciously.

- Of all here you are the only one who says something like that to me - Seriously, she's very happy.

-What about me ?!- Dylan says with a piece of chicken in his mouth.

-You, my son, only say it when I cook spaghetti.

- If you're right.

We all laugh. When we finish eating, I help Mrs. Heaven clear the table and wash the dishes and also put the plates and glasses in order.

-And now what will they do? - Asks Mrs. Heaven after cleaning everything.

-I was going to give Remy a tour of the entire mansion.- Says Dylan

-Okay guys, be careful and have fun -He gives us a little kiss on the forehead to Dylan and me.

What was this feeling, is that a kiss?

-Remy, are you okay?

Dylan asks when we come out of the kitchen ready for him to show me the whole mansion.

-I... can I ask you a question?- I say a little nervous.

-Of course, what happens?

-What your mom gave us was a kiss, right?

-If it was, why the weird question?

-I never felt something like that; it was so...

-Beautiful?

-Magical.

-Get used to it; my mom loves to kiss her forehead.

-She is very beautiful.

-Yes it is.- Dylan knows perfectly well that his mother is the most beautiful woman in the world and she would never leave him alone.

We leave the dining room and go to a room where there are a piano and armchairs, there is a window so large that it overlooks the grass and the sky, the sky does not change anything and everything seems more beautiful inside. I look at the armchairs and sit on some of them to check if they are comfortable, Dylan shows me his six bathrooms, two downstairs, three on the second floor, and one on the third floor, I THOUGHT THAT THERE WERE ONLY 2 FLOORS IN THIS HOUSE, BY GOD IT IS GIANT.

On the first floor are the kitchen, dining room, and living room and a room to put coats and shoes.

On the second floor, they are pure rooms, each room is separate and has long corridors, I counted and there are exactly 10 rooms!. Each one has its own color, its bed and decoration and the room of Mr. and Mrs. Heaven, and the room where he works Mr. Heaven.

On the third floor, there is another kitchen but this seems to be outdoors and there is a large living room like the one on the first floor, only this floor has a larger living room, which has a lantern made of diamonds and the ceiling is adorned with clouds and angels, and also a special place for those who play the instruments and the bathroom as always should not be missing.

-Why do you have such a big room to dance if it's only you 3?

- When one of us has a birthday, we come to cook something special and dance, my father can play the piano, and my mother usually sings a very beautiful song.

-Which song?

- Someday she will sing to you.

-Will it is soon?- I didn't know that Mrs. Heaven was singing, she must have a very angelic and beautiful voice.

-Do you want to dance something?- Dylan asks with a smile from ear to ear and I accept.

- But I must tell you that I don't dance- I say something nervous

- I'll teach you?

- Yes, please.

I put my left hand on his shoulder, and he puts his hand on my waist, my other hand grabs his other hand and we start dancing without music.

-Aren't we supposed to dance to music?- I ask as we both take a few steps back and forth.

-Listen carefully, and the music will play by itself -She tells me as she closes her eyes and we continue dancing.

I close my eyes like him and attentively I can hear a piano playing some notes and the singer's voice sounds next to the piano. The singers vocalize, relax me and say:

A thousand years, I've got time, I've come a long way

A thousand years, I've lost time, I've come a long way

(Tom Rosenthal_-A thousand years)

Its melody, its lyrics, the rhythm of the piano make me feel alive and relax, calm me, and make me feel loved. I open my eyes and see Dylan smiling with his eyes closed, he smiled just like him and we started dancing more together and in the end, we hugged and laughed because we are lousy dancers.

At night, ready to go to sleep; someone knocks on the door and I tell him to come in.

-Hi dear.- It was Mrs. Heaven.

- Good evening Mrs. Heaven.

-How are you feeling? Have you already put on your pajamas?

-Yes and yes Mrs. Heaven I'm ready to go to sleep.

Mrs. Heaven covers me with the blankets on the bed, and I see her sitting next to me and stroking my hair with a slight smile.

-You are very beautiful, - he says, looking me straight into my eyes.

-You are more beautiful Mrs. Heaven, thanks for the food and the room and the clothes.

- Thank you for being with us; I hope you rest well.- She kisses me on the forehead and that feeling of being loved by her makes my skin crawl and makes me happy.

-Excuse me, Mrs. Heaven, before you go, Dylan told me that you can sing, is that true?

-Do you want me to sing you a song before you sleep?

-Yes, he can.- I really want him to sing me a song.

-Okay, He sits better on my bed and whispers a sweet melody.

Alabama Arkansas I do love my Ma and Pa

Not the way that I do love you

Holy moly me oh my

You're the apple of my eye.

Girl I've never loved one like you

Man o man you're my best friend

I scream it to the nothingness.

There ain't nothing that I need

Hot and heavy pumpkin pie

Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ

Ain't nothing please me more than you

Oh, home, let me come home

Home is wherever I'm with you

Oh, home, let me come home

Home is wherever I'm with you

La la la la

Take me home.

Mom, I come home

(Tom Rosenthal- Home)

It certainly sings very beautifully.