I wasn't sure how long I was out. I didn't even know how I was alive. All I know is that during that period of time, I had a very vivid dream.
I was sitting on a cloud. (I'm not sure how, but I just was.) I got up, trying to find out was what in God's name was going on. And- what was I wearing? Looking down, I saw I was wearing a long, flowy, white dress. What was next? Was I going to grow angel wings and a halo? Though..... I did have a certain pleasure in the dress. I had grown up in my aunt Lupa's foster home, and necessities were just about all I had. And I had always marveled at those dresses Mama had. Her wedding dress, her quinceneara dress, it made me dream of one day twirling in a ballroom in a flowy blue dress........ But that was all just silly daydreams.
Then.... I saw it. The sky. My surroundings. It looked like an artist's paint palette. A thousand different colors splattered across the atmosphere. It was breathtaking. Literally.
And, then it as gone.
Out of nowhere, smoke appeared in thin air and invaded the beauty. The colors were disappearing. My cloud was dissolving.
My eyes snapped open, and I saw the most beautiful blue eyes in the world.
