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A couple of days have passed since that dream like day I met the angel on the train platform. I have decided to call her that until I find out her name and get her to help me with my writer’s block again. I just cannot get her out of my head! Her brown hair, emerald eyes, and the white sundress she wore screamed she was sent from heaven. Every day I played back every word she said and would begin to smile, but that memory would be ruined by my remembrance of what I said, and I would feel my brain shrink in on itself from embarrassment. My sister has given me strange looks since that day and asks me what happened in the train station. I always lied and said it was nothing, but I know she knows I am lying to her.

Speaking of my sister, I never understood why she left New York city and moved to such a hidden place like Oak Heart. It is a small town that was located smack dab in the middle of the woods and only known as the setting from some tv show that was shot here in the seventies. My sister is like a local celebrity due to her fame as an artist and the few art pieces she has donated to the local museum. Nothing remarkable is here, but I can say that this place has an out of this world view of the stars at night! The first night I spent here I happened to be outside, and I saw the most unbelievable thing. I was sitting on the porch, and I looked up from my laptop to find a figure standing on the roof of the house across from us.

It looked like the figure was talking up to the sky and waiting for a response from something; anything to talk back to them. It strangely reminded me of the girl from the station and that made my creative energy spike all the way to the morning. I have not been able to sleep well since then and my sister has kicked me out of the house every morning since then so that I do not ruin her own creative flow with my tired energy.

Not exactly the words she said but close enough.

I was sitting on the porch staring off into space and trying to find an idea to write about. I came to this isolated town to get some ideas and reaffirm my dream of wanting to be a writer. My goal for this summer is to write a lot and create a variety of stories before heading back home.

That was the goal, but I have not been able to produce anything since arriving and it is driving me crazy! I can only think about the girl from the station and how she was able to pull the character, emotion, and scene out of me with only a few words to spark my imagination. She feels my head anytime my mind wanders, and I have no choice but to admit it. She interests me. It’s not the kind of interest that stems from a romantic standpoint, but it has more to do with how free she looked to me. The ability to throw all inhibition and fear away to be in the moment.

I felt my brain begin to buzz again and I began to write. My angel from the station was helping me again and being the muse to help me move forward.

I lost track of time, and I was snapped out of my flow state by the sound of a door slamming shut. Irritated by the noise, I looked up to see who or what caused it and felt my mouth begin to hang open. It must have been a strange twist of fate or coincidence, but heaven was placed across the street from me. I left my laptop on the swing and walked in the direction of the house across the street. My heart was beating like it did that day and I couldn’t help but smile at it. I felt my foot touch the sidewalk on the other side, another foot on the sidewalk of heaven, and then I felt my foot touch the grass of heaven before I saw a quick glimpse of hell.

“Cinnamon! Coco! Both of you get back here this instant,” The voice of my angel reached my ears over the terrified rhythmic beat of my heart as I stared at the two large German shepherd’s growling at me as they stood between the two of us! The two dogs barked at me before they turned around and tromped back to her. The sound of a door opening caught both of our attention and I looked away to find a very large man with an apron tied around his waist staring, no, glaring at me from the door. I didn’t have to be told that was her dad and I also didn’t have to be told that I had to leave quickly. I gave the politest wave I could muster and slowly walked backwards towards my sister’s house.

The two guard dogs around my angel kept their eyes trained on me and didn’t move until I was on the porch. I sat down on the swing and tried to avoid the looks of the two dogs and the father while stealing a look at her. She was currently saying something to her dad and pushing him into the house alongside the dogs. I released the breath I was holding and just sat there for a while before mindlessly beginning to write again.

I found my flow state again and I again find myself being inspired by the girl again. The heat of the afternoon sun was smothering but I didn’t want to lose the words that were pouring out of me. I haven’t been able to write this much in a long time and I was not going to stop now. Right when the heat was beginning to become unbearable, I felt something cool touch my face. My mind associated the sensation with that of a dog’s nose and it caused me to scream while almost dropping my laptop.

I heard soft laughing, and I looked up to see her standing beside me with a bottle of water in her hand.

“Sorry for scaring you but I tried to get your attention an hour ago, and you were typing so feverishly that I would have felt bad if I disturbed you. I also wanted to apologize for what my dogs did to you. Most people on the street know about them and see the signs.”

I snapped out of my stupor and looked across the street and just like she said saw the signs that warned about the two beasts from hell. I felt my face begin to burn and took the bottle of water and drain it in no time at all. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was and thanked her for the drink. “Thanks for the water and It was my fault for not checking the signs.” I said while rubbing the back of my neck and smiling sheepishly. The girl smiles as well and looks at my laptop.

“Can I ask what you were furiously writing about?”

“What? Why do you want to know that?”

She picked up instantly on my hesitation and leaned down to me with that same smile from that day on the train platform. I tried to avoid looking at her, but that smile, and those eyes caught me in their hold, and I gave in without a fight.

“Its nothing much but its just a story I started randomly.” I said evasively. I normally don’t share my writing with others, but this girl had some kind of hold on me. The look on her face suddenly brightened and she sat down next to me with an expectant look that screamed she wanted to see. I would rather die than let her read this jumbled mess. She might see my insecurities. She might think I have no confidence.

She might think my stories are not good. These negative thoughts flooded my head and it felt like I was drowning in my own head. I was about to tell her that I couldn’t. Right when the words were about to come out, she stopped me by placing a finger on my lips and showing me that smile again. That smile has power, and it is now forever burned in my head.

“On second thought, let’s hold off on that for another day. I just realized I must go into work, so can you wait for me?”

I nodded my head, and she left me with that dreamy feeling again as she left on a bike. I look down at my laptop and see the first sentence. “Her eyes were like gems and her smile the sun.”