It came to me one time in my sleep.
Like a spell of magic, it shifted in my sleep and took my hand and hid me under ground where the trees roots are fatter than cars.
The light shining amongst us was almost blinding.
All feeling was lost in my limbs.
Such peace sweeter than the softest and hardest slumber.
sweeter than any juice and more bitter than any wine.
Bittersweet combination of paradise.
Upon my waking I could just recall a tiny figure with wings that shone brightly around it’s miniscule back.
I remembered how I cooed and crowed for it stay with me.
He did.
He never left my side and smiled seeing my satisfaction.
Strange little creature, macabre little plain that isn’t at all with explanation.
Can this be imagination or just something I remember? Was I young or my age now,
with all the knowledge a 22 year old can possess. Is it enough to keep me entertained for weeks
to come? Is it enough to remember any more?
Dawning Creations 
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