It's Okay
The exhaustion took over.
My class room was no more.
White.
Everything is white.
Why wasn't it black?
Aren't I asleep?
I felt another presence.
It was calm.
Soothing. Comforting.
Safe.
I felt protected.
Arms I couldn't see held me.
Lips I barely felt brushed my cheeks and eye lids.
Then it spoke.
It's okay.
Just rest, I'll take care of you.
Who are you?
I'll keep you safe.
Am I dead?
Amusement.
No.
Are you sure?
A soft chuckle.
I am sure.
I don't panic.
I'm safe.
White turns to black.
Black.
I don't panic.
The gentle presence remains.
It whispers.
It hums and sings soothing words.
It's okay.