“Tell me, was the prophet talking about himself or someone else?”
A large fiery white ball swiftly descended from the skies, approaching my window. Surprise kept me stuck to where I was. I saw what was coming but there was nothing I could do to escape. The closer it got, the brighter it became.
It smashed through my window and blasted against my face. Buum!
It scattered into a billion stars. They filled my room. And from their midst came a dozen of pretty angels.
They helped make my bed and scented the entire place. One of them left me a glass of water.
My lover called me just then. “That’s my gift for the night. Sleep tight.”
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