• I awoke and the sun was just about to set. I sat up and leaned on my elbow, still groggy from my long sleep. I ran my hand through my curly hair. I knelt on the bed and looked at the mirror in front of me. My hair was a wild mess. The black locks of my hair stuck out in many directions and it made me look like a wild animal.

    I looked down at my dress. Well, not really a dress, but a really long, baggy, long sleeved shirt. It was really wrinkly and... not fresh. I was kneeling, so the shirt, that usually covered my legs up to my knee, had crawled up my legs where it stopped near my crotch. Ugh.

    After a few minutes of thinking about how weird I looked, the sun set. Many shades of purple, orange, red, and yellow splashed the room. I sat cross legged on the the bed, forgetting all about the bedhead that I would have to tame the next morning. The warmth of the last glimpse of sun left me feeling sad, like I was saying good bye to a friend. A small tear ran down my cheek.

    I opened my eyes and turned my head to the window. I gasped. There was a full moon tonight and there was not a cloud in the sky. The moon illuminated the sea which made a misty reflection on the surface.

    I walked to the window and put my hand on the glass. The glass felt cool and smooth underneath my warm, soft hand. I looked at the moon and felt at peace. I closed my eyes and relaxed my body. I slowly opened my eyes and looked down at my body.

    My shirt looked transparent but, surprisingly, my body seemed to disappear along with my shirt. I seemed to glow, too. I slowly walked to the mirror and tears came down in buckets.

    I cried because I looked beautiful. I know it sounds shallow, but still. The shirt was now a really light blue by the light of the moon. My whole body glowed with a calming light like a bright light was turned on inside of me. My hair was now looking so elegant that it looked like I was underwater. My hair was super glossy, too. My usually human colored skin looked pale and otherworldly like.

    I blinked rapidly to not let anymore of my tears spill out. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I had wings. I only saw them for a second, but I could describe them very well. They were a milky light. The feathers were layer and they looked as if they were made up of pure, white, fluffy clouds.

    Still dazed from that experience, I heard a knock on the door. "Marella? Are you up?" I heard. I recognized the voice to be Michael's. I reluctantly turned away from the mirror, afraid that the beautiful image of myself would go away. I walked to the door and opened it.

    "Yes?" I said innocently. He stared at me for a long while and walked inside. He sat down on the edge of the bed and waited expectantly. I slowly closed the door and plopped myself next to him on the bed. We stared at each other with no light but the moon. He looked like he had to say something.

    Then, he finally said, "Look, I'm sorry if I have been really rude to you. I don't want you to..." he paused, struggling for the right words, "ummm, look down on me. I really do like you. I'm sorry that I kissed you for no reason."

    He looked down and I would swear that he was blushing. He ,suddenly, said in a rush, "I really do like you. The reason I kissed you and did all those things to you... because I knew the moment I saw you that you are... special."

    He looked straight at me as if he were looking into my soul. He looked serious. "Marella, what I'm trying to say is that... I'm sorry," he said straightforwardly. I looked down and back at him, taking in his words.

    I looked at his clear green eyes and knew that he wanted to be something more than friends. His words told me that he was sorry, but his soul told me that he loved me. His eyes were the same as Jason's the last time I saw him.

    I put both of my hands on the sides of his face. I studied his expression for any sign of disgust or reluctance. All I saw was a desire of him wanting me all to himself. He didn't look anxious or sex- crazed. He just looked patient like he was waiting for me and he didn't want to rush it.

    I thought about what could happen. I could make a move now and risk making Jason and Gabriel hate me. Or I could just hug him and thank him for everything.

    I went with option two. I knelt and looked him straight in the eye. I, then, hugged him with all my might. The hug surprised him. He carefully and gently put his arms around my waist. "Thank you," I whispered into his ear.

    I pulled away and sat there. "Well, I'd better get going," he said and unwillingly left. As soon as he was out the door, I laid down on the bed. I took deep breaths and thought about what had happened at the moment. Michael loves me.