Give me wings

"Hey, don't bother, I would do anything for you." I say, tucking the insufficient blanket under her chin

"Mm" she says, snuggling her head into my shoulder, "what, what if I wanted to fly?" 

"Then I'd give you wings."

"What color would they be?" She asks, her voice muffled and voice slurred from grogginess 

"Any color you wish."

"Mmmm, could I have white wings?"

"If that is what you want."

"Can you give me a crown?"

I pause thinking of an answer, and I smile, wrapping my arm around her shoulder
"Of course I can. I am magic after all."

"Oh, well then, could it be gold? And simple, no jewels or fancy things?"

"Yes of course."

"Can I wear a dress made of clouds, shoes made of starlight, and live in a land full of music and dancing?"

"Yes."

She almost whispers, but I manege to make out a, "will you be there with me?"

"As you wish, my angel." I smile, through my cracked lips, and pull her closer, the cold seems to have left, it's just numb now, and my toes won't curl anymore. 

She breathes out heavily, and coughs once, before I feel her muscles go loose, and she slumps against me. My smile leaves as I feel my body failing me, that last thing I see, is a vision of her, beaming, dressed in a full length gown of light gray cashmere, with feathered white wings growing out of her back, and a simple gold crown, perched atop her head, "come with me." She says "come with me, to a land where we can sing, and dance, and be happy together."
And I did.