Wings of a Fallen Angel

This is a story I wrote a few months ago, I will probably expand on the idea later. Tell me if you guys think its a good story line:

I closed my eyes and my hand clasped around a white paper rose lying next to me. I imagined clouds flying over my head silently singing me a soft lullaby. The purple sky rolled on, and my paper flowers gently swayed, brushing up against my body. The wind whispered my name as dark rain-clouds rolled in. Raindrops fell, telling the story of my pain. As each one hit me a new bruise emerged and the monsters began calling me again. I didn’t know what they wanted but they were coming closer. This nightmare, it has been created to replace the one beyond my sleeping refuge. I couldn’t escape.

NOTE: THIS STORY IS NOT TRUE. IT IS PURELY FICTION.