A Day to Never Forget…

It is the start of a new day, a new life. I rise out of bed and my senses take in the cool crisp air from the window which points directly over the city. The sun is blinding me, but that is okay. It is a beautiful morning and I can’t think of any other way I would rather spend it, than going to my new job in this new place. I don’t have to force myself to get ready, it happens all too naturally.

As I am walking towards the elevator of my new place of residence, I can’t help but feel the tantalizing excitement of the day to come. The elevator ascends to the 36th floor, and I am overjoyed. I have finally achieved my dreams of becoming the person I always wanted to be, an editor-in-chief for a large publishing company. The door of the elevator opens and I step in. There is one other person in the elevator, he is tall, masculine and has long dirty blonde hair. It flows with elegance and I cannot fathom how someone could be born so beautiful. His eyes are a piercing teal and his jawline is a perfect square. He is wearing an Armani suit and I can’t help but wonder where he is going. It has been so long since I have been attracted to anyone, especially like this. All of a sudden, the elevator stops. It jerks us both forward basically throwing us to the ground. We look at one another with all the tension and nervousness that has been building since the descent started. I can’t help but think to myself how strange this situation is.

We sat in silence for nearly fifteen minutes before the strange, beautiful man finally said something.

“So, my name is Elias, what’s yours?”

“I’m Amira.”

“Where are you headed this fine morning?” He asked with a smile that could light up a room…And as he asked this, he inched closer to me.

“I was headed to my new job…But now it looks like I should call them and tell them I am going to be late.”

I firmly moved as far from him as I possibly could even though he smelled of the most divine elegance. I quickly dialed the phone number to my new place of employment and told them I was trapped in an elevator, but I would be there as soon as I could.

He stared at me from his corner and I could hardly understand what was so different about him…

“I can sense that you find me strange.” He said with an evil grin on his beautifully proportioned mouth.

“No, I absolutely do not. I’m just not exactly used to being trapped with someone in an elevator.”

A few minutes past before he stood up and said, “I am different you know.”

I couldn’t help but wonder what he was talking about.

“I need you to do something for me. I need you to deliver a message to a woman.”

“Why would you ask me to do this for you?”

“Because, I can tell you have a conscience.”

His attitude about the entire situation was remarkably strange. And now he was asking me, the girl who is just trying to get to work to deliver a message. What is happening here? Am I dreaming?

“Deliver this message to the woman named Dahlia: Ego sum pastor pace. Audieritis me.”

Okay, this just got really weird….

“Who are you?”

“I am the peacekeeper.”

This post is in response to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/24/daily-prompt-elevator/