Her room faded into existence around the angel, blue walls emerging from shadow as the dresser crept slowly into the picture. “W-what are you doing here?” Her voice shook as she spoke, and his expression softened. He was so beautiful, with eyes as wide and blue as the sky in summer. He took a step forward, and she resisted the urge to scoot away from him on the bed.

“I think you know.” He murmured, kneeling before her, his eyes never leaving hers. Oh God, was she about to cheat with an angel? She shook her head.

“No, that can’t be right, I… I’m not without sin or even-”

“Please, listen.” Though the angel’s voice was serene, though he said “Please”, her mouth seemed to shut on its own. She stared down at him, and was surprised by the way his hair curled slightly to frame his face. He was so perfect, so incredibly detailed and fine, how could he be here in her bedroom? “The Lord has chosen you to bear his child, the Christ come again.”

She shook her head, crying, “I-I can’t.”

“Please, May…”