I find myself canceling my plans for the next day in a frantic hurry, plans being work. It’s become somewhat of a rare occasion for me to leave my apartment.
The next day I wake up, make some coffee, and down my pills. I imagined them. I’m going crazy. The notion to return to my psychiatrist pops into my head. No! She’ll think I’m insane and make the medicine worse. I slam my hand against the counter.
“May I have some?” that same monotone voice asks me.
I begin to sweat profusely. I refuse to turn around and acknowledge his presence.
“Perhaps a bit of sleep will help calm your nerves,” the man in black places his hands on my shoulders. Sudden drowsiness overcomes me and I pass out, sprawled over the counter.
I awaken to a beautiful sky. The wind is blowing strongly on the grassy plains. The sky grows darker and rain begins to pour down.
I run to the nearest tree, panicking as the sky becomes darker and the thunder rolls. Lightning strikes the tree. It repeats in and endless cycle until I manage to open my eyes.
A low growl escapes the beast’s mouth. The shock sends me spiraling awake.
“You sir, have a darkened soul!” the angel shrouded in a white suit hollers at me.
Out of breath, leaning over spilled coffee, I manage to sigh. “What happened?”
“Mr. Damone sent you into your dream world. We learn a lot about you there,” Mr. Michael responds lightheartedly.
“The things you have done changed you,” Mr. Damone adds on with his same robotic tone.
“Our purpose here is to monitor you and help you make a decision,” Mr. Michael grins mischievously.
“What kind of a decision?” I slowly rise.
“You’re changing so drastically that we had to arrive,” Mr. Michael places his arm over his head, “We are here to assist you in making the right choices..”
“Or the wrong ones,” Mr. Damone gazes at me like I am prey. It sends shudders down my spine.
“So how about it?” Mr. Michael grabs onto me in a violent side-hug.
“I still don’t understand all of this.. but I would like to better myself,” I hesitantly admit.
“Good man,” Mr. Michael squeezes harder. My soul grows a little less dark. I can feel myself soaring above the clouds. I see a great big lion in the distance, warmly smiling at me.
Before I manage to smile back, a shadowy hand grabs me, pulling me back into reality. “Another dream?” the man in black asks.
“Why are you still here?” I seethe at the two of them. “Get out! I don’t need you here, nor do I want you here. I’m fine on my own!” I storm out of the kitchen and into my room.
To my surprise, neither of them followed me inside.
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