Monica

Darkness… no, emptiness. Blank and unending. There is no thought, there is no pain, there is no 'me' here. There is no 'here'… here. There is only a sense… of floating. Like a kid in a pool on a hot summer's day. Very hot.

It starts small, a dot in the distance, but the apparition grows quickly. Light… and a human shape doesn't quite take form, and seems to blip in and out of her vision. The apparition speaks to her, but she can't make it out, just a low rumble. Male, perhaps. It's comforting, in a way. Monica thinks only one thought before the vision's end…

Must be… an angel…