I awoke in a small, dark room to the smell of him,overwhelming me. I was in a small bed with silk sheetsthough it was so dark I couldn't tell what color they were. Isat up and scanned the room for anything I could see but allI could see was a small open window across the roomwhere Angelo was standing. He was facing me but all Icould make out was his silouette in the moonlight.
"Good evening love"
he said sweetly
"Where are we?"
I coughed out with my morning voice.
"We....are at my house... in my room... and you,sweetheart,......are in my bed."
he said in a sly toneMy mind was murky. I recalled everything that happenedbut it couldn't possibly be true. I am in a heavenly bed withan angel perched by a moonlit window? Yeah...right. Am Isleeping still? No way, It's all too real. I grabbed his pillowand buried my face in it to inhale his sweet scent. I havenever been able to smell in my sleep before...but now Ican...so I can't be sleeping.
I asked with uncontrollable enthusiasm .Angelo began to giggle like a gossiping cheer leader.
"It's not a joke I am serious!"
he sped across the room ina blur and was suddenly sitting on the bed next to me.
"oooooookaaaayyyyy. I told you I was dead."
I said indisbelief of what I had just seen him do"your not dead"
"How the hell do you know? you could be dead with