December 2, 2002
I’ve dropped my pen on the floor of a classroom in heaven. The teacher is lecturing us and hopefully doesn’t notice when I kneel on the floor to try to retrieve my writing utensil. The other students shoot glares as if I’m being bad, like I should act like them and they adjust their effulgent halos snootily. The pen is rolling rapidly towards the side of the room and I realize there aren’t walls. They don’t need walls in heaven. I fall with my pen down to earth while former classmates smirk and pretend they are really the angelic ones.