As the two kissed, Leslie felt herself go weak in the knees. Nick kissed her with such passion, such heat…she never wanted it to end. But, as all good things seem…the kiss was over too quickly for her. She opened her eyes, but didn’t see Nick anywhere. “This dream is getting stranger by the minute,” she thought to herself. Leslie turned around to look behind her…nothing there. As she turned back around…she gasped. The room was dark…lit only by the candles on the bedside tables. Leslie’s plain bed had changed also. It was enormous. The tall iron canopy was draped with white silk sheets. The bed itself was covered in a large white fluffy bedspread. There were red rose petals scattered over the top. On Leslie’s pillow lay a single white rose with a not attached. Leslie walked over and picked it up. As she read it though, her eyes widened even more.
“This is not a dream.” It said…she read on, “What did you wish for?” Leslie didn’t understand. She wished for lots of things. Suddenly she remembered sitting on her swing. She remembered the shooting star and her one wish that she made to herself. She wanted to meet her special angel. Leslie kind of laughed to herself.
“My guardian angel is a Baskstreet boy?” Then an old, almost forgotten thought entered her head. She heard herself as a small child asking her grandmother what angels looked like.
Her grandmother had smiled and told her, “Honey, they look however you want them to look. You just imagine the perfect person. Imagine the eyes, hair, mouth, everything about that person…and there you go. Your special angel looks just like that. .” Leslie was confused.
“I have a special angel? What is that?”
“Honey your special angel is like your guardian angel. It’s the angel that calms you when you’re scared. It’s the angel that watches you and stays by your bed as you sleep at night. That angel is by your side when you come into this world, and especially when you’re about to leave it.” Leslie smiled. She liked this idea.
Leslie finally figured things out. Nick wasn’t her angel…it was just his image. With this, Leslie went and layed on the rose covered bed. She soon fell asleep. It was easy knowing that her angel was there by her side.