I lay next to my mother. The only light in the room comes from the small lamp beside the bed. Which bathes the room in a gentle light. I close my eyes for a moment. A soft breeze flows into the room, it brings the soft scent of sweet flowers. I draw it deep in.
I opened my eyes; mom didn't seem to notice the sweet little things that were filling up the room. With a stretch, I once again fell back to sleep. The warm small of the flowers has drawn my mom to the window.
I watched her standing there. I dont know what she is looking at in the dark. I feel sadness for her. I moved beside her. I look to see what is making my mom feel this way. I feel her gentle touch of her hands as she lifts me up.
As our heads bump. I smell her perfume mix with the small of the flowers from outside. I couldn't help melting into her. The way she is holding me. I feel safe in her arms. I know at this moment that I'm loved, wanted. The warmth of her love reminds me of a warm day lying in the garden.
I'm at peace at this moment. We moved back to bed. My mom is with me. Her fingers have found my sweet spot behind my ears. I snuggle into her, falling asleep as her hand absently runs through my fur. At this moment, we are one. At this moment I know my mom is happy, just lying with me.
The world outside doesn't bother us. I know I make her mad at times. Yet she gives me the best of everything. This is all I can do to show my gratitude. She took a tiny kitten. Scared, alone in the world. Are eyes met, I spoke words she didn't understand, yet at that moment, my words didn't need to be said, she just knew.
On that sunny day I found my home. A home where I was loved, I gained a brother and sister. Mom's hand has stopped. Is she ok? I move to see why. Our noses touch. A smile. She smiled. She says she loves me and not to worry.
I tuck my head under her chin, she moves to curl around me. This right now, is peace on earth. We both fall asleep. The scent of flowers carried in the warm air helps us carry them. I'm content in my perfect world with my mom.
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A Cat's View
RandomI wrote this very small piece while I was looking at my cat Charlie, who is at the time of posting this here, is 9 years old. I know this bit of writing is nothing special, even so, I would appreciate the feedback. Wc🐾
