Dim lights of a bedazzling golden hue shining upon you, you lay in Sunday's arms. His touch was so very gentle, so calming.

Whispering sweet nothings into your ear with a quasi-warm smile adorning his lips, the angel lightly stroked your arms.

"Shh. you're safe with me, dear. Nobody will hurt you - not here." He whispered soothingly, words so sickly sweet that they could almost seem true.