Imagine Us in Heaven

Your Knight

This can't be it, right?

He can't just enter the windows because they're too small for him, so perhaps he comes from the balcony? But I vividly recall someone stopping me from taking the pills before I pass out drunk. Could it be him?

I slowly stand up and walk closer. No matter what I do, I just can't take my eyes off him. He is just too... ethereal. I stare at him, and he blinks back at me.

"How did you get in?" I ask when I become convinced that this is not a dream and I'm not dead. Not yet, at least.

I watch as he opens his mouth to speak, but he only mumbles and whines, and no words come out. He keeps pointing at his throat, and I try hard to follow his hand gestures. "You can't speak?" I guess.

He nods. So, he can't speak, but he can understand me. That's great; it means he is probably from here. "Do you know your address?" I start looking for a pen and paper in the pile of junk in my room. When I finally find one, I turn to him but swallow hard when his face gives me that look...

You know that look when someone wants to seduce you? I mean, not like he is seducing me, but...

"Er... can you write your address?" He looks at the paper, then at me before shaking his head. "You can't write?" Again, he shakes his head. Okay, so he speaks English, understands me, but can't talk or write? What is he?

But that's not the only issue here; he has wings. Those things behind his back look... alive. They seem to have a mind of their own, like they're a part of him. I clear my throat before proceeding, "Is it okay if I... if I... touch you?"

He looks bewildered while I'm flustered, so I quickly add, "I just want to check something. That... behind your back? Is it okay?" After a short while, he nods, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Okay. I inhale and exhale, then walk to where he is sitting like a well-behaved kid. Cute. Damn it, why am I thinking inappropriate things at this precise moment? I gently peek behind his back. It seems the silk clothes he is wearing are designed to let those wings breathe. But I can't be satisfied with this, so I peel a couple of layers from his shirt just to see what's behind it, where the wings attach, and where they go.

I'm stunned.

Look, I've seen a lot of horror and supernatural movies to distinguish what's fake and what's not, okay? For Pete's sake, I work as an embalmer, dealing with dead bodies more than live ones. To see a "prop" attached to this person in a way that is rooted in his back is too much.

I'm not kidding! Those wings, if checked closely, have nerves pulsating at the root ends where his back meets. Unlike normal wings, his nerves are electric blue and closely resemble his wing colors. It's like that neuromuscular junction---where the nerves and muscle fibers meet.

It's not just props... it's not a costume...

This being...

I stagger once more, still in disbelief. I even wipe both of my eyes until they turn red, but he is still there. Oh my God! I truly am dying---why have you sent me an ANGEL?

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They say that angels exist in the worlds above as a "task" of God.

They say they are extensions of God to produce effects in this world, and after the angel completes its task, it ceases to exist.

Some say that angels surround us all the time---figuratively, if not literally.

They also say a normal person can be an angel too, if they live their lives in accordance to the will of God.

Come to think of it, I never believe in the existence of a higher power. However, if a person comes up to me and says God is real, I don't argue and just respond with, "Good for you." The thing is, I don't want to bother myself with all these religious fanatics, but that doesn't mean I'm not aware of the existence of angels---or even fairies.