We met in the library today. I followed him through a door into a beautiful rotunda. There were so many books. It was such a peaceful place to be. My angel perused a number of volumes and offered me one to read. I thought, what a wonderful way for him to communicate his wishes to me. So literal.
As I sat silencing my imagination, memory, and intellect, I was awarded the bluish smoke behind my eyes that I saw months ago when he revealed himself to me. I could see him wearing his comical mask and asked him to remove it for me. He did. He seemed younger today. His hair slightly shorter. He is forever changing, just a little, here and there. I don’t know why that is, other than it keeping me curious.
I am still trying to get myself together with addictions and general weakness in being restrained by earthly demands. I wanted him to give me something for it. He slowly approached me straight on and held out his hand which cupped a tiny, clear, golden pill. I picked it up and swallowed it. He smiled his clever grin, turned and walked away. We had spent an hour together in that library.