WHILE I WAS DRIFTING, I DREAM.
Where I floated, under the dark water, I heard the happiest sound my mind could conjure up - so beautiful, so uplifting and frightening. It was another grunt, growl a deeper, more wild rang with fury.I was brought back, almost to the surface by a sharp pain that struck me a hand up, but could not find the way back enough to open their eyes.Because, through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted. -The Angel, Chapter 23 Pag. 259