• I tossed and turned, sighing every now and then. Would I ever get any sleep? I rolled onto my stomach shoving my face into the soft pillow, trying to will sleep to come over me. I groaned and leaned up on my elbows. My TV was still shining; a dark blue. It always does that after watching a movie. I remember looking over to my left and seeing him. He- was floating. I was on the top part of my bunk bed. My brother’s sound asleep in his crib below. There were no sounds except for the slight hum coming from the TV. I sometimes think God wanted me to wake up right then- of course I had never really gotten to sleep. I remember the movie we had watched that night- Rugrats. See- I was only eight years old when I saw him. That boy with fiery red hair and dark freckles along the front of his face. He had no halo, but he had a soft warm glow. He sat there, in mid air praying. He legs folded underneath him so it looked like he was kneeling in mid air. His robes were white and he wore no shoes or socks. He just sat there, praying. Not moving nor breathing; just praying. My heart rate shot up and I was panicked. I shoved my face into my pillow once more and willed the boy to go away. He shouldn’t have been there. No one but my brother and myself should have been in that room at that time of night. After a few moments of thinking it over I decided that if it were an angel I shouldn’t be afraid. I looked up and no one was there. I sighed with relief and disappointment. I looked down over the railing of my bed to make sure he hadn’t just gone down to look over my brother but he wasn’t there either. I sighed and sat up thinking this over. I took in the whole room again to make sure everything was in its place. The TV still hummed and it was still blue. The room was still a mess. And I still couldn’t go to sleep; especially not after what I had seen.