From Bad To Worse.

Tippa could feel the cool air hit her skin as her mind began floating in and out of consciousness. It felt like her mind was separating from her body. The next thing she recalled was seeing a tunnel and a bright light at the end of it.

She muttered breathlessly. “No, no, no…don’t look at the light,” she said as her eyes closed on their own accord.

Then something or someone lifted her into their arms from the cold floor away from the light. She wasn’t ready to die. Tippa had dreamt so much these past months that she couldn’t tell reality from her dreams at this moment.

She had no idea how long she had been lying on the floor. But someone strong and masculine took and lifted her from the cold floor. Tippa knew she had to be delirious because the last thing she remembers is being home alone. So this couldn’t be happening. It had to be her mind playing tricks on her, or maybe, just maybe, a higher power heard her pleas and an angel was coming to take her away.

Tippa wanted to protest tha