At least traffic isn't too bad today. I have a million errands to run and have to pick up the kids by three this afternoon. It will be alright, I can go to the store, the dry cleaning - oh what exit am I suppose to get off at? Okay not for another five miles, I'm good. So where was I, oh yeah I have to pick up the dry cleaning then...
"You realize you have fallen off the path that you signed up for in this life?" The angel standing before me said.
"What... where am I? I was driving my car, did I just die?" I look around but can't see much; it is so bright and yet darkness surrounds me, how in the world did I get here?
"Why is it that is the first question they always ask us?" The angel, chuckling a little, asks the being of light that I can only guess is God. I am hoping it is God.
"It is only because they can't remember being here. No you are not dead. We summoned you up here to remind you of your contract with this life." The voice came from the being of light.
I looked down, frowning and wondering what happened to my car.
"Not to worry, your id, with a little assistance from your guardian angel, is still driving your car." The Angel answered my unvoiced question which was a little creepy in itself.
"What contract? Is it safe to leave my body like that? What in the world is going on?" I was so confused.
"We wanted to remind you of your mission in this life; that you chose to live in this time, to write about your experiences, to be of service to others through your writing and you aren't writing." The being of light said.
"I don't know if you have noticed, or what you can see from up here, but I have been kind of busy with the kids and the house and life." I let out a long sigh. I did miss writing. I used to write all the time but I never did anything with it.
"You can go now, just remember… write." The being of light said and I saw the angel smile.
Oh shoot. Where am I? Did I go too far? Did I miss my exit? I hate it when I space out like that. No my exit is in one more mile; I better get over. What was I thinking about, oh yeah all the stuff I have to do today. I really need to take some time for myself. I really miss writing. Maybe I should start that blog I've been thinking about.
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