One of my earliest recollections dates back from the age when I was two years old- a mere child at the beginning of life. It was a sound I'd never fail to remember even if I live to be on Earth for hundreds of years. I would be aware of it in all places,
A serene, calm sound clear as bell filled the air, luring me into sleep. I refuse to go along with that desiring to pay more attention to that soft sound.
A figure in the deep shadows I could not see profoundly snored, and there were footsteps on the floor. They could scarcely be heard for they were light. I waited in my cot when I saw it. It's not something you can disregard.
It was a lady bathed in pure light; parts of golden dust glowed around her head. Her hair was liquid fire. Her full ruby, red lips fractioned in a smirk. I inoffensively I looked upon her, chuckled a few times, before she warily extended her delicate hands towards me bracing me tightly into her arms.
I offered no resistance to this strange person. I felt safe there, not that I have not felt safe where I already was. Its just I felt as if I'll be safe for all eternity. Not a soul would ever have the courage to wound me.
As she carried me all the way through the door speaking softly, harmoniously expressions that should have place me to sleep, a figure in the dark murmured a bit and at that moment it all went pitch black.