7th Floor Angels Comments

I was at the Hospital when I saw a man and thought he was an angel so I followed him. His face possessed an understated gentleness similar to the one used to depict trustworthy adults in picture books. It was as if the part of the world that had shrunk as I got older was suddenly at its original size again and all the things that inhabited it were no longer hidden from it. When something like that rushes back to you, you don't let it out of your sight.

He took the stairs not the lift so I saw him ascending. We arrived quite quickly as if every step increased our presence. I followed him through many doors and not for a second was I worried that he was taking me the wrong way or that someone would mind that I came into their place without a nurse's badge or a doctor's badge or a cleaner's badge to justify my being there.
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