For a period of time then, I would have two angels visit me nightly, talk to me, and stay the night beside me as I slept. Because I was so young, I remember feelings and perceptions in better detail than I do actual physical qualities, but I'll describe my experience to you as I remember it:
I was the only girl in a family of four young children so I had a bedroom to myself on the second floor of our home. When I would go to sleep each night, two "people" would emerge from the far wall to sleep beside me, one on each side. They were male and female, the female tall and thin and the male shorter and stockier. Their clothing reminded me of pilgrim clothing, which I know seems odd, but I was only three years old and that's how I perceived their dress. I remember vividly that each time they joined me I seemed to be elevated just slightly off the bed, and I could hear what I would describe as a gentle rushing or whooshing sound and feel a light "pins and needles" sensation throughout my body. I remember them "speaking" to each other and to me, and although I don't remember what was said and I never verbally spoke, I know we were communicating with each other. I remember a very strong feeling of peace and happiness each time they visited me. I thought of these visitors as my friends and didn't realize that it was unusual or odd. I never spoke of them because the situation was very normal to me.
One night, I awoke to my father in my room with my five-year-old brother beside him looking very distressed. My brother and I were very close and he had come into my room to play. He saw someone in bed with me and ran to my parents' room. My father, of course, saw no one and told my brother he had probably just seen the cat. In the morning, my brother asked me who was with me and I told him it was just my friends and not to worry, that they stay with me and keep me safe at night. My brother, with the beautiful innocence of a five-year-old, accepted the story as truth and that was that.
I don't remember consciously noting when they stopped visiting me. In later years, I assumed that those "friends" were just imaginary friends I had concocted to keep me company at night, even though I knew deep down that wasn't true. It wasn't until I was in college that I began to investigate the possibility that I did not make them up and that they were my guardian angels.
I had read about similar accounts of angel encounters, but what really floored me were the many reports that described the exact sensations that I remember so clearly: "the pins and needles" feeling, the sensation of floating, and the soothing, whooshing sound, as if I was in a tunnel. After reading those accounts, I asked my brother (now in his twenties) if he ever remembered that night when he thought he saw someone in my room with me. He did. He said he remembered it very clearly because he had been so afraid because he didn't know who they were.
I've heard stories where small children sometimes can see angels where adults don't, and I have no doubt that during that time in my life, I was blessed enough to see and experience my guardian angels. I still rarely have the urge to talk about my experience because it such a private and special memory, but I still get that warm, happy, secure feeling when I think of my "friends." I often wonder if they appeared to me during that time in my life for a particular reason and if they are still with me now. I like to think that they are.