My angel night light used to fill my bedroom with a happiness that I had always admired as a kid. It always gave me a sense of security and the feeling of home unlike anything I had ever imagined. The angel had curly blonde hair with a beautiful white face that sparkled in her own light at night.
She wore a sparkly cloud-white dress that went down to her ankles, and in her hands she held a candle which gave out light that spread happiness throughout my entire room.
She was placed in the most perfect spot on my wall; it allowed the candle's light to reflect off my mirror and outline the figure of the angel on every wall in my room. The light made the corners of my room dark but made the center look like a lit up Christmas tree. When at a certain temperature, the water that was contained inside the candle would then allow silver glitter to shoot up and block some spots of light, making the room look like it was gently snowing inside. Every night I would stare into the abyss of the flying glitter before shutting my eyes in the comfort of the angel's beautiful light.
At the age of 7 my father thought I was too old for a night light, so he eventually threw it away when I was at school. Since then, I have had nothing but nightmares that I can never remember and I would wake up in a cold sweat with my heart racing. As an alternative for the night light I listened to music all throughout the night which thankfully reduced the amount of nightmares I would get.
My life was pretty decent compared to other children. I had both of my parents that shared equal custody of me since they got divorced, but I hated my mother. She was abusive and I hated going to her house; most of the time I was either passed out because of how much she would block my air or getting yelled at for stupid things. My life was pretty normal if one was to subtract my mother out of the equation.
However one night and a few years later, my parents were forgiven after I found out the truth about my life as a "human being."
