Demons or Angels.

I woke up at 4am with a splitting headache. Universal passive aggression at work. Not enough to actually wake me up, but enough to prevent me from slipping into a more comfortable sleep. I grudgingly got out of bed and teetered into the kitchen, my toes curling in defiance against cold unforgiving pink tiles.

I assembled my headache sinus treatments into one garbled mess in search of rapid relief, when I felt it. The whisper of something familiar across the nape of my neck. I didn't acknowledge it, time has taught me to let those moments be. Like a familiar lover's gaze that makes you blush, it felt comfortable and I didn't want to chase it away by making a fuss over it. I popped some aspirin, netied and put a warm compress against my tender eyes. As I closed them with a sigh, I saw the glow of purple against my eyelids. Eventually I wandered over to the couch and put the television on for company. At these hours, Mecca doesn't follow me. I laid down and kept my eyes focused on that purple glow. No thoughts. No worries. The meaningless prattle of Captain Kirk and Dr. Spock.

Beam me up, Scottie.

Warm fingers slide over the foot exposed beneath a furry blanket. They are not mine. I smile beneath my ever cooling compress, but I say nothing out loud. I stay with that moment of contentment, making no effort to clutch it or shove it away. I feel myself beginning to nod off as those fingers take hold of my toes firmly. There is the pulse of the one I can't see tapping a familiar melody. A distant melody that is only mine to know.

We' are all each others demons or angels... I heard that line in a movie once. Couldn't tell you what movie because I was nodding off on the couch when I heard it, but I recall it. And one day I'll find the movie it belongs to.

Demon or Angel. Only he would know for certain.