6am. Awakened by a bad dream, my eyes open in an unexplained agitation.
I suddenly see this angel staring at me. Her eyes damp with the innocence of youth. The morning sun kissing her chicks aglow. Her hands is in a struggle to create a meaningless motion.
The nightmare ends.
For some reason, this makes me want to pray.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment