I was somewhere, no idea where, but it was in the future; way in the future. Maybe not even of this lifetime, I don't know, it was just in the very distant future. I was in hell or something, some kind of "limbo,” maybe.

It was bitter cold, every fiber of my being, ached from the cold. I was alone; there wasn't another soul in the universe. I was curled into a tight ball, but I am not sure if it was by choice or not. I felt trapped. I felt suffocated by some massive and epic weight pressing down on me.

I felt completely numb. An aching, dead and tingly feeling spilled through me like acid. Every breath hurt. My lungs were screaming for more air, but it was like I was on a mountaintop or someplace above good oxygen. I sucked for air and heaved as hard as I could for a simple breath, but I was drowning without water in sight.

Misery, anguish, torment, pain and humiliation, I can't begin to describe what all I was feeling. It was a torrent of everything horrible and awful ever imagined. I had been like this since I could remember. It gave me a brief insight as to what hell might actually be like, no fires or inferno, no melodrama, just being alone and without love, without God.

Out of all of this blight and torment, I started feeling a gentle warming, a slow dawning coming over my body, an awakening. I looked up, somehow, and saw a vision floating before me. It was a woman.

She had this incredible smile warming her face, it was like heaven's bliss reverberating from her soul. Her eyes shone with love and compassion, the illuminated the darkness and warmed my frozen flesh. Her skin had a glowing quality, she radiated love and peace from somewhere deep within. She was floating as if borne by wings on the air, she was wearing a white, see through gown.

Her silhouette stood out against the light enshrouding her. Her breasts were outlined perfectly and I could even see the soft brown circles of her nipples. I could see the shape of her, down her hips and legs and even see her womanhood through the sheer fabric. It wasn't erotic, don't misunderstand me, it was beautiful. It was art.

She was a Goddess to be worshipped. An angel from above. It is not possible to relate the depth of realization, the torrent of emotion that ran through me. I was dead, lost. She was salvation, love and healing. She was life. She smiled down at me with such a glorious and wondrous look on her face I could only describe it as angelic.

Her words were foreign to me, but soothed my anguish, somehow. She reached down to me and took me magically into her arms. Being in her arms was everything. I don't know what else to say, it was just everything. She held me to her breast and comforted me with a mystic healing touch.

A pleasant fire spread through my entire body and life-giving oxygen burst full force into my lungs. She held me, whispering in an odd unintelligible whisper and we floated through the sky. I could see below me, colors unimaginable, lights flashing like lightening and soft subtle shades of color filling the sky.

It was weird. No end, really. Just floating and being comforted by her. No time, no pain, no memory, nothing but peace and bliss. Nothing, but being healed by her love, her magic gift.

©2007 J.L. Day