Exploring my garage one day in the night
I came across what should have scared the be-jeezus out of me,
but I seemed surprisingly calm as He approached
He seemed doddering and old, his hair matted and jet black against the light coming in from the tiny window of the garage. His hands were shaking and worn, and he was skinny as could possibly be, but his face was kind and soft, though an odd color in contrast to the dark shade of his hair and his black as night suit.
"Do not be afraid." He said as he extended his hand in the pitch black garage toward me.
I looked warily. I didnt know who or what this man was. And he was hiding in my garage.
why was he here?
why had he come?
why had I run into him?
But, as I glared in my uncertainty, White started to unfold behind the man.
As I watched, the most beautiful ange's wings unfolded from his shoulders. He further extended his hand, willing me to clasp it.
"Why are you here? Who are you?"
He scoffed. "Always the same. Child's questions." &