The Keeping

Time stood still. She looked up from her knees on the plush carpet, and through her hazel strands of hair into supernatural depths of darkness that now preceded the realities of her once quaint modern home. As the tears dried on her face so would the tensions of fear and doubt; because what she saw againts this fabric of endless unknowing was a thread of promise. It was there in the dismantling of her universe that she found the last existence of hope.

A tiny blue speck of light materialized into a glowing ribbon. Ethereal in its motion it seemed harmless and almost befriending. In her curiosity she stretched out her hand and as if it were a greeting of truce she placed her palm gently on the light as if it could read her very soul.

As the defining moment of flesh to spirit occurred the ribbon of light slowly fell over the back of her hand softly twisting its way around her arm; and then raising its tip to her ear very slowly as if were a gentleman's lips laid as a leaf to water onto her neck. She quickly drew in a short breath in exhilration, as her mind was stimulated beyond what any creation before her could know. Her heart slowed into an instictive calm of confidence. As one more tear fell in her serenity, so did all that she had come to know.

The walls around and the floor beneathe her began to crumble into nothing. All existence began to dematerialize; and the blue light wrapped itself around her as a mother's arms over a newborn. As the universe fell away without a trace the blue blanket of light grew brilliantly vigil, entrenching itself into her soul and reaching beyond the boundaries of the universe it would save her from this end and bring her to her new beginning.