Memory is a monster.

Your memory is a monster. You forget, it doesn't.Standing alone in the dark. watching the night sky, she could almost see an angel walking through the woods, surrounded by the most beautiful butterflies she had ever seen. She remembered how she couldn't help but smile and think God must really like this one. She quietly followed and kept her distance making sure she didn't miss a second of his sight. Maybe because deep down she knew that was the last time God wanted her to walk through heaven and she could never have been more right. The sky was very kind for that time of the year and the road was empty. Birds sang all around and kept them company. The air smelled like forest.. one of her favorite scents.The streams followed wherever they went, screaming with joy.. There is never a sound more peaceful than an angry river or a noisy stream. Flowers met them at every corner. It was all so beautiful, so perfect, so unreal. She lived each second of that dream with a deep realization that it won't last. She wasn't that lucky, never was. She knew she'd wake up. She'd have to. And she did... because nothing gold can stay.