Winds howl through the night, shaking windows and banging unlatched gates back and forth. A figure sits upon the doorstep taking comfort in the noises surrounding her.
It is the eve of Christmas Eve, yet Christmas, as she had known it to be, felt like a million lifetimes away.
This was a Christmas she did not want to celebrate, her heart filling and breaking every time she thought about it.
Looking up to the sky at the various stars twinkling brightly, the lone figure allowed her gaze to fall on the biggest star in sight. Memories came in front of the star as clear as day and since she was alone, she allowed the tears to flow freely.
Crying was a weakness that she could not permit herself to show in the presence of others, but every night when the rest of the world was silent then she could allow herself to be as weak as she needed to be.
Time passed and the wind picked up more and a chill began to envelope the already ill figure, blowing a kiss to the sky and finally drying her tears, she entered her house and locked up. After checking all was well inside, the pained lady took herself to bed. After much tossing and turning she eventually fell asleep.
Usually upon falling asleep she would be plagued by nightmares, tonight was different, tonight a volley of angels their presence known in her dreams. Each angel had a concerned expression and outstretched arms.
As she walked towards the first angel she could feel the warmth and love radiate from within those outstretched arms. Stepping closer, the angels arms encircled the young lady, whispering words of encouragement and comfort whilst holding her tight.
This was the same with every angel she approached and she wanted to stay there forever and never leave the warm, care filled and safe atmosphere that surrounded her. Before the angels left, they informed the young lady that she was to allow herself to cry in front of others, she was allowed to ask for help and she was allowed to need the help.
She was also informed that she was NOT allowed to shut herself away from the ones who loved her, she was NOT allowed to force herself to do too much and she most definitely was NOT allowed to neglect her health.
The last words of advice left to her as the angels slowly faded from her dream was to hold onto Christmas Day with both hands and try to enjoy the time with those she loved.
She awoke with a start and lay processing her dream, resulting in her going to her saviour site, logging on and typing out her dream in the form of a Christmas submission.