Higher

I dreamt last night. I was an angel (an archangel to be precise) and in my dream I fought demons. And I was pretty good at it-it didn’t seem like I was losing. Alas, I woke up before the battle was over.

Funny, during the fight I wasn’t afraid for myself - as if what was at stake was far grander than a minor detail such as my safety.

And yes, I had wings-just like these: