I was cleaning the floors of heaven. It seemed a mixed blessing, I was in heaven, after all but I was cleaning the floors.
It was a part time job, I knew that intuitively. I don’t mind house cleaning, heaven cleaning. It’s calm work, kind of Zen. Are we supposed to think of religions in heaven?
At first I scrubbed on my hands and knees. The floors are soft in heaven, like golden gym mats. Then I thought of it, and suddenly I had a swiffer-wet mop, just like that - and the pad never wore out.
After a while, I had an iPod, and AirPods too. Then a daiquiri - a banana daiquiri with a pastel rainbow umbrella. They make rapturous daiquiris in the hereafter - they never run out. ‘Heavenly,’ I thought, snorting out a dizzy laugh. . . Songs for this: The River of Dreams Billy Joel If the Lord Wasn't Walking By My Side by Elvis Presley