laughing in the daylight, dancing at night  She laughs, as
golden sunshine reflects off her golden hair and makes the
golden wheat all around her seem to glow with radiance, though
nothing can beat the brilliance of her smile.  They are walking,
hands entwined as they always are and always should be, moving
slowly along a path that winds its way through a vast field of
grain. Each soft summer breeze causes the stalks to dip and
sway, whispering and rustling all around them.  He can't help
but smile, just because she is. If 'heaven' isn't this, he
doesn't ever want to be there, because this is all he needs. Her
hand in his, her expression bright and joyous, that cheeky
little smile so familiar beaming up at him.  They twirl about
the room, and his old girl hums in contentment as she dims the
lights. The pair giggle, the moonlight serenade plays on, and
they glide around in never-ending circles, their bare feet
tracing patterns on the wooden floor. Above them, the ceiling is
shining glass, revealing stars and p