Meanwhile, Aziraphale was on the moon or the second sun as it was being called. The one that would govern the night when the sun could not be out. He appreciated how thoughtful the Almighty was of putting a small gentler light for the humans to sleep under. That way they felt safe but the light won't be bright enough to wake them up at night.
He was helping make the moon dust and was enjoying every second of it. He clapped his hands together and hundreds of grains of dust would burst all over his face from his palms. The dust was soft and it tickled his nose and ears. He would giggle with glee every single time this happened.
The dust would also get into his curls and he would have to flick it out with his fingers as he ran his hand through his hair. It tickled. The day before in the Garden of Eden was so terrible but today was finally looking up again.
He looked behind him at the beautiful sight of the earth and saw how all the vegetation they had planted had started to grow to turn part of the surface of the earth a dark green while the other part a dark blue for the ocean. Tomorrow would be the second-biggest day for creation but for now, this was the biggest day of creation. All the dark spaces of the outer space were being filled with gorgeous stars and nebulas and planets. Some were so far away they looked like someone had taken a cup of rice and thrown it over a tarp. Although that is kind of what happened because the Almighty had done that. Maybe that is what it felt like to her. Just spreading rice seeds over a tarp.
Aziraphale took a handful of the moon dust and pretended he was spreading stars over a dark tarp to try and imagine what the Almighty felt like when She created the stars.
He sighed wishing he could be out there helping with the stars. Even if the moon dust was fun to make and play around with.
Suddenly he had the greatest idea. He flopped back down into the dust and began to move his arms upwards slowly and his legs slowly apart. He then stood up as carefully as possible to not destroy his new creation. He smiled down when he saw he had created an angel out of moon dust.
He chuckled to himself as he dusted off the moon dust from his back and hair careful not to get too much on the outline of the angel.
He then saw a shadow tuck its wings into its back. His heart sunk knowing he was about to get caught.
"Aziraphale what do you think you are doing?" Gabriel's menacing voice came from behind him.
"I was just making a little moon dust angel. I think he looks just like you Gabriel sir."
Gabriel frowned but his eyes didn't flash a dark purple so that was a good sign.
"We don't have time for this Aziraphale!" With that, he spread out his wings and with a load woosh wiped the moon dust angel from existence.
Aziraphale could only stare at the dust that had once been his literal model angel. He felt sadness but also an overwhelming sense of relief it had not been him Gabriel had wiped from the surface of the moon. Even if he would get a new corporation it still would have hurt.
"Get back to work," he said harshly before flying off into the dotted space.