The eighth day

This week for the Indie Ink writing challenge, my prompt came from Blackbird.

It is the eighth morning, and God rolls over and cracks an eye open at the day. He takes a long, hard stretch from his fingers to his toes. He is a bit sore from the hard work of the past week, but having taken the day before to rest, he feels refreshed and renewed. He throws back the covers, and his coffee maker beckons him. He fills it with water and fresh beans. The coffee maker comes alive with sounds of grinding beans and percolating water. The delicious aroma of coffee fills God's senses, and he as he pours himself a steaming cup, he admires himself for creating such an indulgent beverage. The coffee courses through him, and he is again grateful for the overwhelming sense of refreshment he feels from his well deserved day of rest. God pours himself a second cup, and ponders what he's going to do with the day.    
 

He mulls over all the work he accomplished during the prior week, and even he finds it slightly unbelievable. He thinks of the earth spinning beneath him. He thinks of the birds and sea life, the wild beasts, livestock, and reptiles that inhabit it. He thinks of the the sky, and of it's alter ego the moon. He thinks of the humans that he created in his image and likeness, and thinks that it is a pretty great likeness if  he does say so himself. Lastly, he thinks of the light with which the humans can see all of the wondrous things that he created over those six days. He inhales the delicious smells of the coffee once more, and exhales a sigh of relief that all of this hard work is behind him.

"What to do today?" he thinks. An idea comes to mind, and he is filled with excitement. He deserves a day of unabashed fun after all the work he's just put in. As he dials first Dave, and then Gabe, he is tingling with excitement. He tells the angels to come over at 2. He finishes his coffee, and begins preparing for their arrival. God fills a pitcher with water, then turns the water to beer, and puts the pitcher in the fridge to chill. He grabs 3 mugs, and puts them in the freezer to frost. Then, God makes a quick trip down to earth to gather a few things. He finds10 pins, 3 pairs of shoes, and a few different weight balls. He then ascends back above, and eagerly awaits his guests arrival.


Seeing as angels have a habit of being prompt, Dave and Gabe arrive exactly at 2. God takes the mugs out of the freezer, tops each one off with a frothy beer, and gives each of them a pair of shoes. God changes into a pair, instructing the confused pair to do the same. Shoes on feet, and beer in hand, he picks up a ball. The duo follows suit. They hadn't realized before, but in front of them down a long alley 10 pins are set up. God takes the ball, carries it up to the line at the end of the alley,  and aims. He knocks down 8 of the pins, and does a happy dance.  His ball suddenly appears in his hand, and he aims at the remaining to pins. He misses, and it's Dave's turn. As God had done, he takes the ball and walks up to the line at the end of the alley. He aims, and rolls the ball down towards the pins. All 10 pins fall to the ground!


Down below, the humans that inhabited the earth that God had created the week before stared at the sky in wonder. Though they had only been there for a short time, they had never heard a sound like the one they just heard coming from the sky. The thunder rumbled, and the ground shook slightly. The sky flashed bright, and with a crack they heard and saw a tremendous lightening bolt. It was the first that they had ever seen.

Remember on days like today when the sky grows dark and angry and when the lightening flashes bright and cracks down from above - it's the angels bowling! 

My challenge for the week was:

"An inspiration from Nietzsche: Describe God's boredom after the seventh day of creation."