Sister Rosalie

A terrible storm outside, pouring in every direction a heavy painful rain. You get stuck in the storm walking home from work. Not feeling safe, you go into the Cathedral of Saint Matthew. You walk by it everyday on your way to and from work but had never been inside. Trying to blend in with the others there, you shake yourself off and find a spot in an empty pew and sit, admiring the architecture and art. Hearing the storm raging outside, you sit and think quietly to yourself. Not praying exactly, your not big on religion, but something similar. As you scan the art on the walls you see a beautiful young nun looking at you and smiling from a side passage doorway. She moves slowly bowing her head between the empty pews and kneels beside you on the cushions, her hands locked together over the pew in front of you...