His Guardian Angel

an ethereal presence slid into the corners of a melancholy day she uplifted the protagonist as she knew she could for he was her golden boy; she had loved him since beyond time his gloomy continence took a rather sharp turn he felt uplifted, as if positivity had been injected into his brains hark, who is there? he wondered his grandmother was the first spirit he considered she had always been his champion why should she be anything else but his heroine post death? he listened for her words they came not from her voice but from her heart directly into his heart he knew he was not alone; she was here his blessed grandmother, one of his favorite people of this realm, and now of the heavenly realm her words resounded into the recesses of his soul no one else knew him as well or could uplift him this quickly he felt refreshed and invigorated. “she would be lucky to have you,” his guardian angel whispered. not his grandmother’s voice, but her spirit. He ran off to ask Dorothy to be his bride. No one in the world reminded him more of his grandmother. With her soft brown eyes and her wonderful listening ways.