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the traffic signal.  They remained silent - almost invisible, really - unless you actually looked for them. I’ve heard people say that pigeons were just rats with wings.   I think they’re wrong.  Pigeons have wings, and they could fly, so they must have a higher purpose.
                  Dr. McKenna cleared her throat, reminding me of where we were.  I looked at her.  Where were we?  Ah, yes… back to my story…
     
    “It was the day after I had my dream…
     
     

CHAPTER 8
     
     
    “Mom, I’m walking the dog,” I yelled over my shoulder before closing the front door.  Buffy was restrained in a leash, and I pulled her behind me as I headed towards the sidewalk.
    It was our Sunday morning ritual; although, Buffy was not really the walking type of dog. She preferred a car ride with the windows rolled down and her head sticking out.  So, it was actually like she was walking me.  Keeping me company was one of her very important doggie duties.
                  As soon as I walked passed our driveway, Buffy took charge and quickly walked in front of me as she set the pace. Now and then, I would feel the soft tug of her leash as she urged me to walk a little bit faster.   
    “I think you just pretend not to like walking around the block, my friend,” I said with a grin.  There was no response, of course , because expecting a verbal response from a dog would just be crazy. 
    Then , I felt someone watching me.  I looked behind me.  No one . Still, I felt strange.  I looked all around me.   No one .  “This is what spies must feel like,” I muttered to myself - always looking around, feeling paranoid.  Paranoia, I recently found, came naturally to me.  
    T his was getting ridiculous.  I felt nervous ever since I first saw him last Friday.   I was always waiting for that all-elusive angel to come by, and do what?  Swoop down and save me again?  Maybe give me a heart attack this time? 
    B ut angels fly, my mind reasoned. He wouldn’t be walking behind me.  I glanced up, and my jaw dropped. I was right. He was flying high in the air above me; his large white wings were soaring in the blue sky. It was a riveting sight, and believe me, I was definitely riveted.
    I stopped walking, and Buffy tugged at the leash. 
    “Hold on,” I said. 
    I was still looking up at the sky with one hand shielding my eyes from the glare.  There he was - a tiny speck of white framed in blue. I fought the urge to run back home.  I had already decided that he was here to save me, right?  And my dream was kind of nice, right?  I stood where I was and waited.
    Should I wave?  How would he know that I wasn’t going to run away this time?    A black SUV drove down our street. Through the windshield, I noticed that it was our next door neighbor, Sue.   I waved to her, and she waved back. 
    After the SUV passed me, I looked up at the sky again.  The angel was gone. Crap! I missed my chance by waving to the wrong person. 
    “I’m ready,” I whispered , but maybe my angel was the one who wasn’t ready to talk to me. 

CHAPTER 9
     
     
    In my room and ready to go to sleep an hour ago, I lay in bed instead with my pillow over my head.  There was an errant cricket in my room whose sole mission tonight is to keep me awake with all of its cricketing . I got up, turned on my lamp, and plucked a tissue from the box sitting on my nightstand.  I crouched on the floor with my tissue in my hand and looked for the cricket.
    “Come on, little guy,” I said , looking under my bed. “I know you’re still there because I can still hear you.”  I crouched lower on the carpet with a flashlight.  After a few minutes, I finally saw the cricket hopping towards me.   I waited until it hopped a little bit closer… a little… bit… closer …     
    “Gotcha !”  Carefully, I caught the cricket with the tissue. I clutched it tight in my hand while making sure that I didn’t squish it