Oh, my gosh, is that Michelangelo? Energy coursed through me body, as I walked through an airy room with many sculptures and people. They are dressed right out of a history book. I strolled right up to a man with a very wide brim hat and very elegant regal clothes.
He stood up after he polished the foot of his own creation and looked at me with one eye opened.
“I know this has been a while ago, but you helped me pick out some paints in the art store. You told me, if they were good to paint the Sistine Chapel, then they were good for me.”
Michelangelo, the great painter, put his finger on his chin.
“Oh, it's okay if you don't remember. As I said, it has been a while ago.” I scratched me head and stared at the statue. “This looks very familiar, but something is very different about it.”
“I know the tunic on the statue of King David,” Michelangelo said and then, he threw his arms up. “You know, this is Heaven and the statue over here of Moses has no horns. I got it wrong down there. A while ago, I was told by my angel that, in Hebrew, it means beams of light, but how do you do that?”
“Well, maybe you can find a way to interpret the beams of light if you get to the art store early on penny day.”
“Penny day. I'm too busy.”
“I think they are wonderful pieces of art, no matter how you refined them.” I patted him on the back.
“What have you been painting?”
“Me? Just things around Heaven.”
“Well, enjoy the exhibits.” Michelangelo smiled.
“I will. Nice to see you again.”