Unrealistic Dreamer.

Epic: "Miracle"

I whispered my last goodbyes

As I dangled from a deathly cliff.

I cried, hoped, and prayed,

Hoping God would forgive my sins.

I latched on as tightly as I could,

My fingernails digging into the cool rock.

I was getting hotter by the second.

Beads of sweat dotted across my forehead

And under my arm pits.

Blood seeped through the thin fabric

Of my shirt and clotted on my hands.

I was ready to die, I thought.

I am not afraid.

I closed my eyes and dreamt

Of the moment to come,

When all of a sudden I heard sirens.

As I awoke, I found myself in a hospital room,

Scents of cleaning products and bland soup

Entering my nostrils. Hundreds of tubes

We're protruding from my skin.

I rubbed the grogginess out of my eyes

Just as a stranger walked in,

The doctor beside him.

"Oh good, you're awake," the doctor said

With a smile on his face.

"Grace, this is Connor St. Claire.

He was the man who found you

On the cliff. He called 9-1-1

And stayed with you the whole time."

Connor smiled genuinely as he nealt

Close to my bed side.

"I'm glad you're okay, Grace." he said,

Taking his cold hand in mine.

When I could finally speak, I replied,

"Thank you, Connor. You're my hero."

I gripped his hand a little tighter

As tears formed in the corner of my

Bright blue orbs.