Familiar

That evening after a long bath and I was dressed in my bath robe, I lay on the couch unable to sleep. I was wide awake. I couldn't understand Richard. Also, why did his voice sound so familiar to me? I decided to call him.
"Richard?" I called out.
I waited a few moments and before I could call again, he was towering over me. He was wearing a white sweater now and no hat.
"Hey," he said calmly.
I sat up and curled my legs under me. I patted the place beside me. He nodded and sat down.
"It's not that I don't like you Richard. I'm just confused. Scared,"
"I can understand that,"
"Why do you watch me?"
He paused and looked down to the floor. It seemed he was trying to find a way to explain. He looked back at me.
"I'm drawn to you. I don't know how or why but I am."
I nodded slowly.
"Ya know, your voice sounds really familiar. I can't put my finger on it. And in all honesty its very calming. You're calming. It scares me."
"Well I am an angel," he grinned at me.
"True,"
I smiled and he smiled back.
"I really should get back upstairs, it's a civil war and Cas needs my help. If you need me, just call. I'll drop everything to come,"
I nodded. He stood up and looked down at me.
"Goodnight Cadence," he said softly before he disappeared.
"goodnight," I whispered softly.
A few minutes past. I was daydreaming of Richard. Then the lights began to flicker. I stood and grabbed my knife. I listened for whatever it was. I couldn't hear anything. After a while I sat down and waited to see if anything showed up. I eventually drifted off to sleep on the couch.