The sun threatens to break through angry, gray clouds. While I’m on my back, I stare up at the sky, admiring the Creator’s artistic display and pray for a semblance of holy revelation. A quick glimpse at my feet reveals a chaotic formation of purple blotches on my aching legs. With each simple movement I attempt, painful electrical impulses shoot throughout my naked, feminine body. I rise and grimace with the realization my legs must carry humanity’s heaviest burden. I almost jump for joy but the pain in maintaining my balance bathes me with perspiration. My lungs fill with gobs of air, drowning me with a new welcomed affliction. I raise my bloody right hand and shield my eyes as glorious rays beam down from Heaven.
“I did it!” I wince as friction strains my throat. Then a cold breeze brushes my amber tresses and as if by magic, it whispers in my ears: Water, you need water to survive. At last the sun’s warmth coats me with hope. A few white feathers float towards an oasis that waits in the middle of barren land.
Once again I look up and smile, “Thank you my Lord.”
My first step as a woman comes with pain. The fall from heaven still hurting; I grimace, stumble and crash face first on the sand. Determined to survive, I drag my body over rocks to an oasis and sip the essence of life. I am an Angel no more.