I wonder, are clouds the angels mattress? There are silly little sayings that when there is thunder and lightning, angels are bowling (and other tales of the sort). I think another good tale would be that of the clouds, not the ones that thunder and rumble, or those that throw bolts of electricity, or those that suck debris through a ominous straw, but those that are like a gray blanket. A lovely gray blanket that has a touch of pink and blue from the setting sun. That blanket is a blanket for our world, but is a large version of a spongy mattress for the angels. The sun is a nightlight. I wonder… I guess I will just have to wait and see.