Paul McCartney

December 21 12th 1964

it was a few days before Christmas and the streets of Liverpool England were filled to the brim with piles of white, fluffy snow, and the wind was colder and makes the tips of your fingers stingy than usual. As you walk with bags of the gifts in your hand you start to get tired. You have been working day and night and you’ve barely gotten any sleep since you’re trying to finish off everyone’s Christmas wish list. Your aunt wanted some new shawls and your mom wanted some glasses of wine. As you walk down the streets of Liverpool and the snow makes a crunch sound beneath your shoes your gloved covered hand start to feel numb and everything seems to hurt. Not the type of hurt where you can ignore it but it’s the type where if you touch something it will sting and shake with pain. You knew in your mind you weren’t gonna make it home and unfortunately didn’t have enough money to rent a hotel room since you just spend it all on your family’s Christmas present so you go and find a nearby bus stop and you sit down on the bench that was luckily covered and you wrapped your fur jacket around your body and hug yourself hard to keep the last bit of body heat you have left.

a few minutes passed by and you were shaking like a leaf, the snow started to get heavier as the sky became darker. Your nose was as red as a cherry and your cheeks were as puffy as that of a newborn baby. You felt like you were gonna turn into an icicle. You tried to take a deep breath but the pain of the cold wind hitting your lungs was too much to bear so you just bring your knees to your face and pray for this nightmare to end soon. It didn’t take long for you to close your eyes and finally fall asleep. Meanwhile Paul McCartney was watching over you in the sky and saw how tired and overworked you were.

“Oh poor thing..”

paul says with a sympathetic tone knowing how hard it must’ve been so Paul teleported with a bit of his angel magic and he hid his wings into his coat. He quickly walked over to you and lift your chin up and he saw how red your face was from the cold and he quickly knew in his heart that if he leaves you here any longer that your life might be put at risk, so as the saint (no pun intended.) he is he picks you up and takes you to his sanctuary, he didn’t forget the present you kept of course.

the next day your eyes quickly fluttered open and your eyes were met with the beautiful white diamond chandelier. You groan from exhaustion and you got up but instead of your body meeting the metal bench it was the soft material of a mattress. You looked around and you were in a princess like canopy bed and your eyes lit up with shock and you were in a new pajama set that was white and silky. You got up from the bed but you wince a bit since your body was still in pain from the hours you spent in the freezing cold. You look around the room and it was elegant for a lack of better words. You saw a lot of beautiful paintings of angels and the celling was just as beautiful as the bedroom walls. The tiles of the floor looks like it was painted with real pearls. But as much as you enjoyed how beautiful the room was you didn’t know who took you here. That was until the door open and then your eyes are faced to face with a beautiful, pale skinned man with feathered wings. He had hazel eyes of a porcelain doll and lashes of that of a prince. You couldn’t help but get flustered and you saw the expression of the man which was both happy and relief

“Oh hello darling! You’re finally awake!”

the man says in a happy tone as he brings you a tray of tea and toast