Last night I had the most wonderful dream, I was standing alone in a pure white room, staring at nothing in particular and fiddling with the sleeve of my red and black dress. I t was in the style of a dress from the middle-ages era and was made of the softest fabric I had ever felt. In this room I felt safe and welcomed even though, I was all alone, I still felt like I belonged there.
A pair of strong hands gently took hold of my upper arms from behind and gripped my arms, gently but reassuring. I felt warmth cascade through every vein in my body from the tip of my head down to all 10 of my toes, I felt love fill my heart and wash away all the pain I had ever felt. My curiosity got the best of me and I turned around and was face to face with the most beautiful creature to grace the surface of this once pure now tainted earth.
The angel stood before me, smiling as if seeing me was the reason he lived each day. He was tall with soft golden hair and eyes of the purest ocean blue. His powerful wings were spread out and were probably as long as he was tall. This angel was clad in black loose fitting pants and a white half buttoned dress shirt. He caused my heart to skip a beat and then rest. I didn't know who he was but I already had fallen in love with him.
After a moment his smooth voice flowed forth from his thin lips, "will you give me the pleasure of just one dance?" He stepped back and held out his hand, so strong yet so young in appearance.
I looked from that beautiful hand to his warn water blue eyes. I couldn't answer, some where along the line my voice had fainted from sheer excitement. So I was left with just nodding my reply. As soon as I did his smile grew in length and the emotion burst in his eyes, lighting up his whole face with the purest light I had ever seen.
He slowly slid his arms around my waist and brought me close. I nervously put my shaking arms around his neck and then a thought came to mind. I glanced around the room for any sign of music but the room was bare apart from a single couch.
My voice was finally awakened by a question that had grown within my mind, "there is no music." Smiling once again the angel started singing. His voice was like magic and with that magic a thousand skilled instruments began playing. With him leading we started dancing in a very fluid movement, which I had never known I was capable of. Soon the magic from the heavenly music became visible and started to swirl around us as we dance through out the entire room.
The pure magic that was his very being swirled and danced in shades of forest green and the purest white I had ever seen. I gasped opening my mouth and a flood of white light swept down my throat and rushed through my body into every warmed up vein and that love filled heart then into my lungs. Taking a breath my voice spilled over my lips, singing along with his and a burst of purple, black and blue light danced around me.
The two magic's intertwined and became one, flying and dancing all around us both. A feeling entered my body warming my once chilled soul and rebuilding my once shatter heart. In a minor amount of words, it was pure ecstasy. I finally felt loved and his powerful magic slayed my loneliness and replaced it with a strange new feeling. He held me closer; so close I could feel his heartbeat against my bare breast.
Slowly he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I am your angel. Now and for forever." He drew back and stared lovingly into my eyes and smiled. Slowly he leaned close about kiss my awaiting lips. In anticipation my eyes fluttered shut.
But when those beautiful lips did not come into contact with mine I opened my eyes and was face to face with my friend Adam. He had come to wake me up for breakfast. He rambled on about something that didn't interest me.
I growled in a still sleepy tone and threatened to kill him when I get up and closed my eyes trying to fall back to sleep to meet my always awaiting angel. But before I could my ears picked up the sound of Adam trying to awake my roommate, Laurie, asking her if she could be a salad dressing what kind would she be. Like me her answer was clear, "a kind that won't get up." After that I think he got the message and left our room.
Sleep came back to me a moment later but my angel did not return my slumber was empty and again I felt lonely. The same way I feel at every waking moment. I woke up later that day remembering my dream and the Harry Potter dream I always have before or after my angel dream, this time before and of that nights encounter with my dear angel. So I sit and wait for the time to come when I can sleep once more and see my angel, my love. I would rather sleep forever just to live happily with my angel then to face a reality in which he isn't real, in a reality he could never exist in.

A.N.: hey I wrote this at camp. No I don't live in a dorm or anything I still live at home. And ya I've been dreaming of my angel since about November I believe maybe before and I still have yet to wonder why I have a Harry Potter dream before or after my angel dream. If anyone wants me to write up my other angel dreams are aren't um... nc-17 I will, just tell me I would love to. This one is dedicated to Adam for the rather amusing wake up question I just had to put in. love ya