Am I dead? Is this truly heaven?
I lay there on the cold streets, to which I own my life, awaiting the sweet loving embrace of death that has been gripping me for hours now. Was it hours? No surely is must have been longer. Days...maybe. No, no maybe it was years. I can no longer remember.
I could feel my body begin to slip into the most peaceful of sleep, when I was woken from my slumber by the sweet calming voice of an angel. No it seems more then just an angel, a God maybe? No it was female. A goddess then maybe?
"Are you okay? Would you wish to come with me to my home? We can make you better there." She spoke softly. I struggled to move, my joints ached, my body felt like led. I looked up at her my eyes trying to adjust to the light coming from behind the goddess.
She had long golden locks; it was as if her hair was made of pure sunshine, with the slightest tint of red. Her eyes were heavenly, the left was a light sapphire color and the right was a light emerald color.
She knelt before me holding her hand out to me as I gather just enough strength to prop my body up on my arms.
"Come with me. I'll help you." I looked into her eyes and struggled to speak the dry blood on the corner of my mouth was beginning to crack. I looked down at her hand that she held out to me. I shakily reached for it. Her fair skin was soft under my dirty hands.
Why is she doing this? Does she pity me?
She began to lead me out of the streets; I've spent all my life on. I watched her long gown as it flowed in the wind; it felt as if she was taking me to a higher ground, to some place that was...pure.
