Dreaming of Angels
AJ Robinson

One night, a little boy had a dream.

In the morning, his mom came into his room to wake him, and was surprised to see him asleep with a smile on his face.

"Andy, did you have a nice dream?" she asked.

The boy yawned and stretched as he sat up. "Yes, Mommy, I dreamt of angels."

"Really," she said. Well, what was it about?"

"I was standing on some stairs, there was smoke and fire all around, and people were pushing and shoving and crying. Some were hurt, and their clothes were torn and stained with blood!"

His mother gasped. "Oh, sounds very scary!"

"No, the angels were there. They were getting the people out, telling them to go down the stairs, and helping everyone to stay calm. As the people walked down, the angels kept going up, up into the fire and the smoke, to save more people."

"Well, that's what angels do. Were their halos giving off a light of comfort?"

He shook his head. "I couldn't see their halos; they were all wearing big helmets."

"Oh. So, did you see their wings?"

"No, they had those thick heavy coats on, with the letters on the back."

"But, then how did you know they were angels?"

The boy smiled as he looked at a certain picture hung with reverend pride on the wall. "Because, you said that Daddy and all his friends were guardian angels now."

A tear glistened in his mother's eye. "Yes, darling, ever since that terrible day, they've all been angels."

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