This is going to be a big day for sure! My best friend Frank Thomas and I are going to drive my 1979 Z28 Chevrolet Camaro from one end of the city to the other. It’s extremely bright outside today like it seems to be on every day here in this city from what Frank tells me. We have everything packed and we’re ready to go. I even have my favorite red and white die hanging from the rear view mirror for good luck.
I back slow looking over my right shoulder. I glance into the rear view mirror. My die wobble just a bit as the back rear bumper just touches the wall made of stone as I tap the brake. There is no way I can damage this big wall though that stretches all around the city on all sides. Frank tells me these walls are 200 feet thick and made of pure jasper stone.
I put the Z28 in park, tighten my seat belt and place my best pair of sunglasses on in anticipation of our long drive. My wife tells me I kind of resemble Tom Cruise when I put these sunglasses on. I glance down outside at the pavement below and see a reflection of myself with the glasses. She’s right I think! I am a Tom Cruise look-alike. The street is gold-colored and shiny and it’s hard to keep looking at even with my sunglasses on. I turn to look at Frank and he just smiles back at me with one of those wide patented grins of his. He has his sunglasses on too along with his favorite Detroit Tigers ball cap with the old English “D”.
Today we are driving from the east wall to the west wall and starting from the middle gate. There are a total of twelve gates spread out along the walls of the city. There are three on each wall. These gates are not your standard pine or cedar wood gates. These gates are made of one solid white pearl. I have no idea how the contractor made these gates but they sure are a site to see. Frank snugs his seat belt as I shift old “Red” into drive.
“Frank, are you ready for this drive?” I say. “It’s going to be a long one, 1500 miles is indeed a long one Jimmy!” he says. “I think we should be there at the west wall by noon tomorrow Frankie if my calculations are correct.” “Yeah, Jimmy, and if we share the driving duties, it shouldn’t be too bad buddy.” Frank drove from the north wall to the south wall of the city a year ago and he said it was the same 1500 mile long drive. He was what many might call a city veteran here. I am not quite sure how Frank knows this, but he says the city is also 1500 miles high. That would make this place a perfect cube then I guess.
We continue to drive about an hour when I start to notice sprawling subdivisions along the way. Houses can be seen for miles in various stages of construction. Some are already completed but these are not your typical subdivisions and these are not your typical houses. These are massive estates with huge acreage parcels of land. The houses are more like mansions and some are outright palaces. The amazing thing is that these are not cookie cutter homes like the homes in many subdivisions. These homes are all different. I have not seen a single one along the way that is the same. I have never seen any homes like these ever before.
I roll down my window and slow to take a closer look. The air smells extra fresh and clean outside. I take a deep breath and exhale slow. “Just look at these houses Frankie.” “I know Jimmy boy” “Look at those flowers over there Frankie! Oh man, bright blue, orange, pink, yellow, unbelievable.” I say. I slam my foot back on the accelerator and we take off like two jack rabbits out in the country.
“Jimmy, Jimmy”. I feel something poking me on the shoulder. “Wake up, wake up, you’re going to be late for work.” I grab a corner of the cold sheet and wipe the crusted sleep out of my eyes. My wife Helen is ragging on me that it’s time to get up. It’s only a dream. My friend Frank has been dead nearly three years and I sold my red Camaro right after he died in that terrible car accident. I glance over at my night stand and realize I had been reading about heaven in Revelation 21 from the bible right before falling off to sleep last night.