Some nights, when I am on the verge of breakdown and the tears cannot be stopped, I open the third drawer of my side table and take out the white box with a blue sticker labelled "Sleeping pills". I take a mouthful of these pills and lie on the white sheets which are synonymous with my empty and bleak life.
After dozing off for an hour or two, I wake up to the breaths of a familiar face. A face that never fails to astonish me. I am stupefied at the sight of such a monster being so close to me. But as it puts its arms around me, the fear goes away. The breath calms me down and lulls me to sleep. I feel it caressing my face, brushing my hair, singing carols that I once heard passing by the church. The ecstasy paralyzes my body, numbs my mind and I feel my soul being lifted to a land I'd always dreamt of.
I see the scenic and magnificent mountains covered with snow and the sun peeking through those majestic mounts. When I am taken away from that mind boggling place, I see humming birds singing the tales of this world to the flowers, and fish blowing bubbles of the only element that keeps us alive. The beauty that I see is inexplicable.
I turn around, and see the monster smirking at me, whispering "I won't disappear this time, I promise".
"Who are you?" I ask. "Death", it says, after a long pause.
"Death?", I hesitate whilst asking.
"Yes, death. I never thought someone like you would believe the absurd stereotypes and be frightened of me. I am death, an archangel".
"I didn't mean to offend you..", I try to offer a justification for my rudeness when the monster starts speaking again, "You did not, my child. Who would've thought death would be so kind, right? I am deemed as human's biggest enemy when it is not me but life itself. I am your escape from the heinous ways of life".
I am befuddled. "I know what you're thinking", the not-so-intimidating monster utters, "I was here because I felt like you couldn't endure the brutality of this world anymore". I nod my head in affirmative, still flabbergasted at what is happening. "But it's not true. You're not a quitter, my child. There's a shine in your eyes brighter than the brightest ray of sun. You've yet to discover the highest peak and the darkest eve within you."
"Within me?", I say, with questioning eyes that feel heavier than the burdens of my heart. Instead of responding to my question, death kisses my forehead and disappears with another dilemma, but this time with a few hints and a reason to live. In no time, slumber takes over me again and I am back from dormiveglia to the world of ordinary.
