The sunrise shone it's soft rays through your bedroom's window; but you were still sound asleep, your eyes closed as you held a peaceful expression. After some time you felt as strange pressure being applied on your chest—as if something, or someone had climbed on top of you. This made you slightly open your eyes.

"... Wake up... You're gonna be late for work." Angel sat on your chest, his hands pressed near your collarbone. The sun made his halo shine with a angelic hue.