[ WP ] It turns out that when you die , your soul is launched back in time , effectively becoming your own guardian angel .

Right before the blast of bright light I saw those I love crumble like dust. Time meant nothing and everything became dark. A slight pressure on my eyelids awoke me to a cloaked figure sitting across from me. I blinked dozily as I studied the presence across the room. Sitting in darkness surrounded by what only seemed like miles of an ocean of black a solitary light illuminated my dark friend. He stood up silently and vanished into the curtain of darkness that hung around him. 
 
 As I watched confused and silent I stumbled over to the chair to take a seat. Instantly my mind began swimming and I convulsed and writhed trying to hold on to my conscious thought. 
 
 In an instant I was back, back to a familiar place. I watched as they left the room and the side of the crib to crawl into a deep slumber, a feeling I no longer understood. I stretched out my new wings and peered into the crib observing the cute round nose and rosy cheeks and stared straight into my blue eyes. This was a different type of ocean, one that swelled with hope and life and the magic of a second chance.
