Seeing myself asleep was comforting, on the side clutching the sleeping bag.
It is funny how you float, seeing yourself from many vantage points but feeling the emotions of another state all at the same time.
All this to say that it was serene and I could enjoy the calm.
Suddenly, out of the corner of the eye that wasn't looking at the door in my back, I saw my killer running towards me with the determination to seal the deal.
It seemed like his pace accelerated to an impossible speed as he got closer to me, all the while brandishing the object of my fate, a shiny blade.
This seemed to take an eternity, but what took place in a flash was the rescue, the rescue that He, my savior, undertook to save me.
He came from behind my executioner and in one sweeping punch, those that are impossible to perform under normal conditions, but that do come together at the crucial moment, knocked him out cold.
The killer, incapacitated, on the ground, was at that moment, robbed from the breath of life and was no longer a threat.
Tears started pouring down my face, it wasn't a jitter of fear that woke me, but the watery cheeks that testified to the risk that someone you loved would do in such a circumstance.
In the shadow of my vision, I could see him looking at me with concern, just like your big brother, who is not, looks at you worried that you would get hurt if he was not there to help you. Reading into that stare, you know that no matter what, he would be responsible for you, that selfless devotion. This is what makes one cry, not the fear of death, not an inevitable event, but the true manifestation of love to such a degree. The fact that someone would even risk their life for you is what speaks louder than words.
He is still there with me, always.
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