My head rests under a soft pillow, but my body is engulfed in strong warm arms.

I'm safe.

I must be under angel wings because I've never felt safe before.

Did I do it? I ask myself.

Am I dead?

Did I finally take the short cut?

No, I scream, no, I can't be, I'm not done. I'm not ready to die yet.

'Sssshhh, Beauty, I got you. You safe," I hear the voice.

It's familiar, welcoming, but frightening at the same time. I wanna run from this person, but ...