I dreamt about an angel last night, with brown hair and a halo on top of her head. She came down from the sky and saved me. Saved me at a time when I needed someone to save me most.
I woke up in my bed, the sun peaking in from my blinds.
Fuck. What time is it?
Something was meant to happen today, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. One thing I knew for sure, was that I was starving.
My phone began to ring on my bedside table, and Sara’s name was sprawled on the top.
“Hey,” I answered.
“Hey Baby, did you just wake up?” she asks. Her voice was light and sweet, something that I have grown so used to.
“Yeah,” I say.
“What are you getting up to today?”
“There’s something, but I can’t remember what,” I confess, and I hear her chimed laughter through the phone.
“Of course, you
