Day 41: In Which God Pays Him A Visit
There was dust dancing in the air, and every time sunlight hit any of the specks, it was the most magical thing he'd ever seen in his whole damn life. He felt like he was watching a ballet company performing, and he couldn't afford to blink and miss a single moment of that spectacle.
"Aren't you up early today?"
Was God talking to him? After all those years of being a bad Christian, was God finally talking to him? And why didn't anyone tell him that God was a woman? He probably could've saved himself a lot of embarrassment if he knew that before!
"... Jack?"
Instead of God, he found his neighbor watching him with furrowed eyebrows, but she looked different. She was glowing. Every strand of her hair emanated light, and her eyes sparkled like marbles. An ethereal aura surrounded her, and Jack heard the angels singing in the back of his head, so maybe that was God, and she just happened to look like Elsa...
"What is wrong with you?" God, aka Elsa's doppelganger, asked.
"... Elsa?"
She frowned. "Were you expecting someone else?"
He giggled. Was he expecting someone else? What a stupid question!
"You're beautiful."
Elsa's— or God's? He wasn't sure anymore —eyes narrowed even more. "Thanks. And again, what's wrong with you?"
He stood up while twirling his arms around. "I'm just overjoyed. Isn't this a beautiful day?"
"I suppose it is..."
"The sun is shining, birds are singing on the rooftop, we have the whole world to ourselves…"
"Oh, God. You smoked catnip, didn't you?" Okay, so maybe that was his neighbor.
He rubbed his eyes as he laughed. "Silly Elsa. Why do you assume that my happy state of mind must be the effect of drugs?"
"Because I don't think you're above the indiscriminate use of hallucinogen substances."
He pouted, putting his hands on his hips. "I'll have you know, I could totally pass a doping test right now. And with flying colors."
Elsa walked to the railing and leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. "What are you on, then?"
"Love."
She chuckled, and her chuckle was way better than the sound of those stupid angels singing. Sorry not sorry, God. Better luck next time.
"Of course. How did you sleep last night, Jack?"
"I didn't," he said with a shrug.
"Excuse me?"
"72 hours with no sleep challenge."
She didn't say anything for a while, so he explained, "It's a challenge in which you have to stay awake for—"
"I know what it means, you idiot." Elsa rolled her eyes. "Why are you doing it?"
"Because I've got fans to please."
She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can't take you seriously right now."
"Where are you going?" he shouted as she tried to go back inside.
"I'll talk to you when you're sober." She glared at him. "So go to sleep already."
"I can't! I still have half a day to go!"
"That sounds like a you problem."
"Don't leave me, Elsa!"
