A Conversation Between Angels LXXVI

“Are you alright?”

“No, I think I have a headache.”

“No that’s impossible.”

“My stomach too, I think my stomach hurts.”

“You can’t get sick here.”

“Are you kidding, all the people, all the germs.”

“No, your physical ailments will never happen again.”

“Well if I can’t feel those things how will I know I’m alive?”