Dream On Chapter 11: Keys of the Ressurection
The next day in the late morning I went into a nearby building labeled “Search and Rescue Office” Inside, my brother, Adam, sat in a very comfortable chair. He, like me, had survived the flight to Zion and was old and chubby but less so than he was when he lived in Oregon. He was trying to remedy that right then and there by eating a donut and large glass of milk. A plate of donuts was nearby. “Heather!” he shouted as I walked in. He leapt up and hugged me hard. I laughed. He was so filled with joy these days. No more angst, mourning, or snarky dark humor…just fresh and joyful and silly as all get out. He grabbed the plate and held it close to me, “Eat up my dear. Soon we shall be twinkled and it won’t matter! Eat!! This has been heaven for sure.” “OH MY GOODNESS, ADAM!!” I cackled “Back off with the donuts. You still have to have some restraint” “Why?” “I don’t know….it just doesn’t seem right.” “Man is that he might have joy and joy is brought to you by the magic of ...