“There is a land of delight, where the angels dwell,
Beautiful home, beautiful home.
The joy that is waiting, no tongue can tell
Beautiful home above.
There’s a joy which eternally fills my heart,
Beautiful home, beautiful home.”
“Ugh, you're kidding me right?”
“I am unsure what you believe me to be kidding about, pretty girl. There are few things I get to enjoy in life; singing happens to be one of them.”
“So that means you have to serenade me? With a song about Heaven, in the middle of the freaking night? I mean really, does that seem normal to you?”
“It is a song about Heaven, of that you are correct. A place so beautiful that human eyes cannot handle the mere sight of it.”
“Ugh.” She groaned loudly. “I kind of figured that much out myself thanks.”
“Does it not please you to hear me this way?”
Her reaction to my singing startled me. Whenever I sang in the past, it had been met with a much better reception. An angel’s voice was akin to that of God himself, simple yet powerful at the same time. All of which Serenity did not seem to feel, which confused me greatly.
“It's not that,” she stated. “I just wasn't expecting to hear singing as I was trying to sleep. I prefer the quiet.”
“Tell me something. Have you heard voices in the time I have been here singing to you?”
“No.”
“Then what is the harm?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. There is most definitely no harm being done. I was only over here trying to sleep. No bother. Please continue where you left off. ”
“While I may not understand most human responses, I do understand your use of sarcasm. If my singing causes you distress then I can stop.”
“Okay, smarty pants. If I ask you to stop, are you going to get your panties in a knot?”
“Serenity, I am unable to wear panties.”
As the laughter fell from her lips she immediately slapped her hand over her mouth to silence it. The sight of her, attempting to hide the most basic of human expressions made me smile. It was nice knowing that I could make her laugh.