Maybe Angels

A iridescent hue illuminated an unknown yet familiar figure. I aimlessly floated behind the shape throughout the small house—no bigger than a small cottage with two bedrooms and silent creaky wooden floors. The corners of my vision were clouded with a bright misty residue, and the faceless shape still hadn’t voiced why I was here. With so many unanswered questions still looming in my dreamy haze, my feet continued to follow hers, one step at a time, until she stopped …