You couldn't sleep, you sat in your nightgown in front of the mirror.. waiting for him. You wanted to hear your Angel of music, for his sweet voice to cleanse you for tonight.

Then you heard him. You closed your eyes with bliss. Sometimes you think you're crazy— some kind of sound hallucination. Though you know deep down it's not.

When your lids re-lift, though, you see him, with your eyes. A man in the mirror, a white mask covering half his face.

Is this your angel?