My mother wasn't there when I woke up. "Mothe–" I instinctively reached out for her, but my fingers grasped nothing but air. Because I wasn't in my parent's rooms. I woke up in my bed, in my bed sheets, with my pillows. Without anyone.

I silently walked into our parents room with nothing, coming out with a pillow and blanket. They were my mother's.

I wrapped myself in her blanket, hugging her pillow close to my body like I was hugging her.

I cried.

I slept.

I woke up.

The cycle repeated.