Once Saturday...

Once a saturday, when I was sixteen; I was watching the sunset colouring the sky with those bright oranges, and those pale pinks when something really strange happend to me. Till there, I didn't know that my entire world, as i know it, was about to change. I had my tea cup next to me, with the steam hitting my face; and suddenly a furious gale shaked my bones. After that, when I could open my eyes, his face was in front of mine. What was he? Neither nowadays I know. But he was the most georgeous thing that I have seen. His skin was white like the snow, his blond hair falled till his nape and his eyes deep and green, staring at me like I was a ghost. He was tall and really well-built. We could say that he was like an angel; except that the thruth was far away from that. Finally he gave some steps back, and then he smiled to me. I was totally confused; who was he? what did he want and why was he in my room? Then he turn around looking at the light pink wall and started to caress it. Suprisingly, where he touched, now there was a very strange symbol. It was like a hummingbird, landing in a flower which seemed to be a jazmin because of its particular shape. But, when I realised, the weird man wasn't there any more. He had naped in the air like he had never been in front of me. But it wasn't any dream, because the hummingbird mark was still in my wall. After this scary meeting, I have never seen him again, but now; always I lie in my bed about to sleep, I can notice there's someone in the shallows gazing me. That's not a problem, because it doesn't feel like a bad presence; is just like if someone was protecting me.