"Be a nice boy, they know what you are doing."She used to say when she was about to go to sleep."If you aren't kind to everyone, and everything, they will see it. In the meantime, they will remain asleep."

That's what my mother reminded me every night until she died a few months ago. She left without taking or leaving anything, just a daisy and a note: "THE ANGELS ARE IN HEAVEN, T̴͙͙͙̔͑̕H̸̙̟̠͒͝Ë̵͔̝̙́̒̿Ý̵͍͇̓ WATCH YOU CLOSELY".

I threw the daisy into the trash bin, folded my mother's last words, and kept them in the right pocket of my jeans, I left that creepy, old house and moved to chase my dreams in the big city. 

But it seems that they won the race because I ended up unable to make ends meet and making a new friend, a stray cat that became my faithful companion. 

Every day when I returned to my apartment I looked at the dirt marks on the walls of my building and I tried to remember when my life turned into one of those stains. Sometimes at night I thought I heard a bird, like a dove, murmuring around me. That horrible sound kept me awaken and made me rethink my entire life. 

When I could no longer pay the rent, I left the city and returned home, with my bank account as empty as when I left it. Walking home, at night, through the countryside, with the trembling streetlights illuminating my steps, a dove passed by me and I felt something warm fall down my shoulder. 

I turned and looked at the whitish paste on my shoulder that was sliding down the sleeve of my shirt. 

Then I bent down, picked up a stone and, narrowing my eyes, threw it in the direction of the dove. A scream of frustration echoed in the silent of the night, I heard something feathery falling, and I dropped to the ground. I was breathing heavily and crying horrified. I had killed the pigeon out of pure rage and pain.

Above my head I heard a flapping of wings and the hateful cooing that was the main character of my nightmares. I looked at my hands, they were stained in blood, I looked down trying to ignore what was calling me from the heavens. 

I nodded and slowly raised my eyes to the stars. Among them stood the winged figures of my dreams; woken up searching m̴̢͖̟̓̕̕e̴̘͔͙̔͑͝.