It was obvious I was dreaming. Because a woman with dark blue-tinged skin and pale white hair was staring at me with wistful expression. “Hello, Morgan.” She nodded her head. “I have been waiting for this chat for quite awhile, my child.” She gestured with her hand and clouds formed around us. “Let’s stop and sit for awhile.”
I nodded as I took a seat on the soft fluffy cloud. “Who are you?”
She chuckled at me. “Do you really not know? You with your quick wits can’t comprehend what is going on?”
I sighed. “I guess I’m dead.”
“Dying, actually.” She shrugged. “But you don’t have to.”
I sighed. “Maybe the world would be better off if I died.”
“Oh?” Why do you think that, child? Are you not happy with your life?”
“I want to see my mate again if I died that might be possible.”
“And then
