Angels

My eyes open to a pit of plastic balls, and incandescent bulbs hang precariously above. I attempt to move, but my legs feel encased, like I'm deep in sand or snow. The pit begins to shift, as a creature of dark smoke rises. Golden wings sprout from its back, slowly creating the silhouette of a halo around its head. I begin to shake and cry. My tears make it no further than my chin before they evaporate, and the vapor shoots toward the thing across from me. In a blink, the eyeless figure turns to face me directly, its wings now angular and sharp as knives. The ball pit shifts again, as the figure begins to move towards me. "Vessel. You are there." ...Was it all my fault?