An Angel’s Visit II

STORM

Immediately I walked into my room, I kept the food on the table which was close to the bed, and sat down on my bed gracefully, counting the minutes until the angel showed up again.

If someone had told me that I would ever be in communication with an angel, I would have told the person to register at a nearby psychiatric hospital or get his head checked. I wouldn’t have believed it or taken it seriously. But look at me right now, waiting in anticipation to talk with an angel, about to eat a food that was supernaturally increased just like the five loaves and two fishes we were told that Jesus used to feed five thousand people.

Was this how it had worked? The supernatural increase? I started tapping my foot on the ground to a non-existent music, still waiting, not believing that I would be able to eat this food and let it digest properly if the angel didn't come.

I must have waited for so much time because my stomach started growling in hunger. Oh god. Can I still wait? I wonde