Scrubbing at dirty plates-Sara's hobby. She gingerly rinsed the
prettily decorated porcelain, and carefully placed it on the drying rack.
She picked up another one. it didn't matter that some considered this a
waste of time! Why didn't she use a dishwasher, they would ask. Because
even small things are experiences, and I want to get as much of them in as
I can, she would reply. They would nod and sigh, and then return to
munching off the same plates that she would inevitably have to scrub!
Sara dropped the plate on the floor, and it shattered to bits across
the white tile. The room seemed to tilt and move, and she grabbed onto the
counter to keep her balance; it was happening again.
'Find the couch, Sara,' she thought, and stumbled her way out of the
kitchen and into the spacious living room. Her eyes, which she could barely
control, glanced upon the red sofa, which seemed swinging to the ceiling
along with the room. With her remaining strength and concentration, she
lunged at it, and plummeted into its soft cushions. Then everything went
away-no living room, no dishes, just silence and darkness. like swimming in
the soft vastness of space. Was this.-heaven?
"Sara, be careful honey-you can fall off!" her mother warned her from
below. Sara was standing on the edge of the waterslide. Her small chubby
hands held on to the wet railing. 'I'm gonna go down' she thought. 'I'll
show all those stupid big kids!'
The golden afternoon sun shone on her blonde little ringlets. Sara
"Honey, come back down-, you'll get a boo-boo!"
"No, I'm going down the big slide!" Sara cried. She let go of the
railing, and pushed herself onto the slippery winding slide. The water mist
tickled Sara's face. This wasn't scary-and the big kids would play with her
all the time!
A very inviting odour filled Sara's nostrils. She couldn't see
anything- her eyes were still closed. Without opening them, she stretched
up to a sitting position, her back comfortably supported by the red sofa.
"Open your eyes," called a gentle voice.
She did this slowly, then everything came into focus- the soft yellow
walls, her favorite blue curtains- and what was this? - dinner laid out on
the dining table. Nelson stood next to the sofa, smiling, his hand reaching
out for hers.
Sara smiled. This was definitely heaven.