Death has always been a subject that was portrayed as bad. I never understood why. I liked to walk in the cemetery at night because it was peaceful. Death, to me, was peaceful. The moon that lit up the night sky also lit up the gravestones that were spread across the field. It also made the Angel in her white, silk dress seem to glow. I like to speak to her sometimes. Everyone else is afraid of her, but I’m not. She always tells me when it’s time to rest, and sits on my bed so I’ll always find my way back.