sleepover with a friend Part 2 (8)

..................The red and yellow dots continued to invite themselves in through the window. How strange, I remember thinking, but how unfathomably beautiful at the same time. As for the clear figures, I counted ten as they glided around us over and over, sometimes stopping for a moment or two, and soon they'd continue to glide.

"I'm so scared, Andrea!" said my friend, as she cuddled up closer to me, which made me only profusely sweat.

We heard a pair of high heels clapping down the hall as the sound stopped right at my door. Who could that be? The eleventh light was coming for a visit. A moment later, a slender outline clear figure stood tall on my left with a wing-span that touched the ceiling and a dress that flowed to the floor. I felt within my heart this is my main light, the one that never leaves my side and peace overwhelmed my whole being. I always wondered, why the sound of high heels? Is it because we were young girls at the time and we'd be more familiar with its distinct slap on the floor? The night is like stepping from the world you've always known and experiencing a whole newer more flawless world. That was my ritual I experienced. Equivalent to learning how to dance with your eyes closed, because your audience is always present.

We ran downstairs and asked my mom if she had heard anything. Must I say what her response was? Of course she didn't hear any high heels and instructed us to go back to bed. Walking back into my bedroom, everything remained the same. I decided that we should do a little experiment and test it out. Let's sing a popular song that's on the radio. I don't remember what song it was, but I know it was a rock song. We belted out our voices as the obnoxious tone clashed together. 
Suddenly, everything that seemed to never end had abruptly vanished, including the flashing lights across the wall, the yellow and red floating dots. Completely gone. My main light no longer stood by my side...at least not that I could see at the moment. I remember feeling so amazed at this phenomenon.
Afterwards we said the 'Hail Mary' and the 'Our Father' and immediately our visitors of light made themselves known again. How amazing! At some point, the night got to us and sleep took over, and I could reassure you they were with us the entire night.

Sleepover with a friend Part 1 (7)

One night, while I was in fourth grade, a friend of mine was having a sleepover at my house. We would play Barbie's all day and all night. The bedroom was littered with Barbie boathouse, a makeshift house from a desk chair and bed, furniture and pink and purple clothes everywhere. It was like Mattel itself sneezed all over. Sometimes she would bring her own Barbie's over and we'd fight over them. We'd spend more time fixing their hair, changing their clothes and names and who had the hottest Ken doll as Barbie's boyfriend? Because Barbie didn't want to be stuck with the Peter Pan doll.  Needless to say, Barbie playing was serious business.
It's like I couldn't move fast enough, because playing Barbie's became this excited race and I can't tell you how many times I've tripped over Barbie's red convertible.
I miss those moments. And I'll cherish them forever, however, I'll never forget the moment that followed afterwards.

Does any kid truly sleep at a sleepover? No, of course not. We remained awake as I was snug in my twin bed and she was wrapped up in blankets and a sleeping bag on the floor. I offered her my bed, but she preferred the floor. We said our prayers and then talked, specifically about boys, because at that age, we knew everything. Not.

Flashes of yellow lights streaked across the walls. We thought maybe a car was passing by. Checked outside the window and there were no cars, in fact, it was pretty vacant and quiet. Naturally, we thought it strange. That's when I saw the light, my light, the kind and gentle visitors that shine through the dark shadows. This time many of them stepped though. Some tall, similarly to the height of a human and some were small and chubby like a baby. They danced circling around us in a playful manner. I cannot see faces, just the outline of their delicate figures. I wasn't the only one that saw that night. She was seeing exactly the same. Through naked eyes.

My friend was scared and despite experiencing the peace, I definitely felt uneasy because she was. I tried to reassure her that everything we were seeing is good and not here to frighten. But she insisted she'd climb into the bed with me.  In the meantime, the lights streaking across the left side of the walls were rapidly picking up speed. At that time, the shades from my window were opened and we began to see tiny red and yellow dots floating in from the outside. She thought maybe they were fairies, but I knew in the back of my mind they were not fairies.  

To be continued...