A hallway with a door at the end.
All the lights lining the hallway are as bright as the sun.
Suddenly one by one they turn off.
You start running
Afraid of what is lurking in the now dark corners.
You're so close to the light, you can feel the warmth caressing your outstretched hand.
But your legs are getting tired, you've been running for far to long.
So as you slow down, hope starts to slip away that the light will ever be that close again.
You no longer see the light.
But don't worry, if the demons don't get you the angels surely will...