His voice calls me in. It leads me into the room. It is dark outside and this room looks trashed. It is part bedroom part living room. There are tables, chairs bookshelves all over turned and smashed to pieces. The bed is torn up and curtains ripped to shreds. Art work on the wall is scratched up too.
Who would do this?
I see hanging on a far wall a glass case. Inside the case is a beautiful glass heart. It is magnificent, colorful, it is all one piece yet multicolored. I dare not take it out something tells me it will be safest in the case. Suddenly a beast tears through the room. The beast runs into the already destroyed furniture and runs headlong into the case. Nothing happens to the case. The beast smashes and claws at the glass case on the wall but to no avail, it is stronger than the animal. It disappears and then Man walks into the room, not just one man, but humanity, mankind in singular form. Man walks up to the case and peers inside.
“Lovely.”
I walk over and open the case. I grab a hold of the heart, rather foolishly, and hand it to Man as though it were nothing more than a broken chair leg that laid on the ground. Man, not used to the weight of this beautiful thing and it’s blinding beauty, drops it. The heart is shattered into thousands of pieces and Man is gone. I pick up the pieces, put them in a bucket and place the bucket back in the glass case. I close up the case and tell myself that I will learn from this mistake.
There is a gentle knock at the door and He walks through.
“May I come in?”
He is a gentleman, He asks first.
“Sure.” I look around the room almost embarrassed
“Sorry I don’t have any place to sit.”
“Oh really?” He says.
We both look over to the dinning room chairs that seconds before were split apart and broken. They now sat perfectly renewed, they appeared to be brand new again. He sits and I take a few steps over to join Him. I trip over the remnants of the bookshelf that belongs on the east wall. I look back as though to blame them for my clumsiness, and the bookshelf is set back against its wall with all the books, pictures, movies and cds in their place.
“Who are you?” I ask suspiciously.
“I’d like to help you in here.”
In a moment we are both standing looking back in the glass case.
“I can help you with that also.”
“Not right now.” I don’t trust Him.
