I still don't know who that voice was, but a voice whispered, "Spirit."
 
What was said confused me. "Spirit?"
 
"Spirit. The astral realm."
 
I looked around.  It looked almost no different from the physical world I knew. The only difference was that the electricity wasn't on.  Everything was lit by something else.
 
I looked behind me and there stood a boy that looked about my age.  "Hello," he said, smiling.  He sat down on a bush.
 
"Um...hi?"  I stared at him.  He had dark-chocolate hair and vibrant blue eyes.  He was smiling and he wore a robe of a bright, vibrant white.
 
"Where am I?" I asked him.
 
"You're in the spritual realm.  The area where we are is parallel to your physical world."  The boy stood once again.
 
I stared at him.
 
"You're having an out-of-body experience. You're physical body is asleep." He started to walk towards me. "Being a human, your logic will tell you it is only a dream.  But this is real.  This is really happening to you."
 
"Wow..." I smiled. "This looks almost just like my world!"
 
"Yeah." The boy nodded. "Amazing, huh?"
 
"I always thought angels would talk differently from regular humans."  I cocked my head.
 
"No, we're the spirits of humans.  You're lucky you lived this long."
 
"Lucky???"
 
"Yeah."  The boy smiled.  "I died when I was nine.  Car accident, long story. But you, you're still alive!  And, you're thirteen!"
 
"Wait, how'd you know?" I shook my head.
 
"Hah, I've been watching over you since you cracked your head open when you were, like, seven."  He laughed.  Oh, what a laugh!
 
I smiled. "You have a cute laugh."
 
The boy looked up to the sky.  "Oh man, you gotta go back to your world!  It's almost sunrise!  Here."  He took my hand.  "I'll take you back to your world." He said something (Latin?), and then we were in my room.  He smiled.  "I'll be seeing you!"  He disappeared.
 
I jumped back into my bed and woke up in my physical body.  It was then 7:41 AM when I looked at my clock.

Somehow I knew his name: Aron.