fantasy

The place is heaven. Nature simply oozes. Meadows, trees, birds and all things beautiful. I am lying down on the soft grass, my head resting on my mother's lap, a soft lightly-scented breeze fanning my face. Charlie Parker, sitting next to me, is playing some beautiful, improv jazz into my ears, the sounds as pure as it can get. After some time, Charlie takes a break. I excuse my mother, and Charlie and I walk to a nearby stream. The stream flows only Scotch. Charlie and I, drink our fill. We smoke some heavenly cigars and talk of our lives on Earth and have a good laugh at the stupidity and futility of it all. Back to my mother's lap, I fall into blissful sleep.