Blue Eyes Cryin'

“You look like a rabbit when you sleep.  Your nostrils flare out and you sniff things.  Occasionally, you squeak.”  The Angel of Death sat next to me, peering at me curiously.  I shook in trepidation, draped in his robe at the corner of his bed. 

I hadn't managed to string a word together for over an hour.  He'd hand-fed me toast and counseled me through hell and high water.  One moment I raged, the next I wept like a banshee.  Now, I was silent, manically pulling down from the pillow case. 

“I watched you all night, you know.  When you cried out, I sang to you, and you drifted back to sleep.  What is it, to ride dreams, I wonder?  Your little body, so warm.  That it could contain such wonders.”  He ran his fingers through my hair, braiding it meticulously.  He drew a red ribbon from the air and fixed it at the end.  Sam slid his arms over my shoulders, resting his h