My story begins with a dream where I watched the boy hit the car and roll onto the hood. I felt his last breath leave his body. I woke up from this dream shaking and drenched in sweat. I had seen myself at the street corner about a half mile away from my home.
In shock I got up and put on my coat, found my slippers and opened my front door.
The morning was cool and overcast, on the brink of late fall. I walked outside my door and was compelled to keep walking. Images flashed as I focused on the boy, I knew was still alive.
I quickened my pace and found the intersection in my dream and stood by the light. Within moments, the boy came into sight. I started to wave my arms at him and called him over to help me. The boy stopped in front of me, he was exactly as I visioned him. Realizing that I looked like a fool I simply asked him for directions to a place I already knew and told him my daughter was having a craving. He was kind enough to tell me where I could find what I had asked for.
From behind us, a car whizzed by us both, the boy thought nothing of it. But I knew it was the car that would have hit this boy. We both turned our head as this car was going a bit fast, when I looked back, I simply thanked him for the directions and walked back home.
I never saw the boy again. I can only imagine the perplexed look he gave me as I walked away in a different direction that what I was directed to. But I didn't care. It was a true experience of being an angel on earth for sure.
I have had this ability since birth, and it will not be the last time I wonder out in my PJ's.