Five

When I wake up from my nap, it is already well into the afternoon. My grumbling stomach forces me to get up and find something to eat.

Thankfully there are many cheap food stands to compliment the busy tourism the town receives.

I walk up to one that has a small line. Infront of me there is a seemingly large family. I count four young children as well as a father, mother, and grandparent. The smallest girl is crying because her mother would not buy her as much ice cream as she wanted and the father is struggling to keep two of his sons from sprinting around into unsuspecting locals. Meanwhile, the grandmother with them can't decide what flavor to buy.

"Minty Explosion...?" she mumurs while browsing the options posted. "What is this? Ice cream was much less complimented when I was younger."

The line builds up behind me and some other tourist are becoming impatient. A small smile grows on my face and I can't even help but giggle when the older daughter nearly drops her ice cream.

The mother turns around to face us. "Sorry," she nervously chuckles.

"It's fine," I assure her. "Your kids are adorable."

With that she starts beaming and graciously picks up her heartbroken daughter. The grandmother finally decides to buy vanilla and the father is able to use both hands to lead his sons away from potential injury opportunities.

I smile and order a vanilla ice cream my self. Eating it on the way home feels like I'm treating myself a little. I wonder if you feel like that in heaven, always pleasuring yourself. Would you ever become tired of it? Or just because it is heaven, there's no such thing as that kind of boredom.

I'd like to fly up to a cloud maybe. It seems like heaven could reside in one of those.