100 days- Day 2
I have a lot of dreams with my mom in them that leave me
waking up to confusion. In some dreams, everything is normal and she is just
there, participating. Sometimes it is only that way until I realize, within it
all, that it is unusual for her to be there. I talk to her about this when it happens, and
she just nods and gives me a sympathetic smile, “You’re right” she might say,
or “I know.” Sometimes she hugs me tight and I can feel the soft warmness of
her and smell her smell as I feel her arms around me and my face pressed into
her shoulder.
She’s in my thoughts when I first wake up in the morning,
not ready to open my eyes yet. I know if I open my eyes and see the framed
picture of her sitting on my dresser, it is real. It really happened.
There are mornings when I keep my eyes closed extra-long
after waking, wanting to look at the dream, not the picture on the dresser.
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