It was early; my usual time to wake up, four-thirty in the morning. I opened my eyes and saw a bright figure, in the form that we usually associate with death – the hooded, cloaked figure. Yet, it was a brilliant white/blue light. It was surprised by me it seemed, and dashed away, transforming into pure light before disappearing. It felt like a young spirit, in it’s twenties perhaps, or at least younger than me. I don’t know if it was a hallucination, or if I was perhaps in a dream state and not really awake, although I was in the process of getting out of bed at the time. It wasn’t at all a frightening experience, it was very matter of fact and maybe even a little bit comforting. The last slow hours of morning seem to bring the most interesting visitors.