Around where

They stood at the end of my bed like doorkeepers, ensuring I was safe from the world. Two figures, one slightly larger than the other, maybe one was a man and the other a woman. I was unsure ... was it only in my head? No. They were there, I felt them like that were alive, like the release of their breath pressed upon me. In an act of welcoming them, I held out my hand to them. Suddenly the square room became a dome, a place of worship. The ceiling circled above me and colours and shadows swept the walls. One of them took my hand in theirs, a weightless and wispy handsake. It made me smile, and utter "Thanks".

And that was that.

I leaned over and pressed skip on the CD player...

'Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again
~ Where? I dont know'