WHAT'S IN YOUR CUP CRISTINE?

Sweet Little Nighmare

"Little girl... " something growled.

Uneasiness crept up my spine.

Tossing.

Turning.

Sweat going down my face.

"Mommy ... Mom... " I whisper.

I hear footsteps approaching.

The bed dips and groans under the weight of someone. I feel soft hands caressing me . A soft cloth rubbed down the length of my face . I whimper . A single tear slipping down.

"Baby Addy. My sweet Addeline."

"Mommy..." I whimper again. That voice.
I remember. It's engraved in my mind .
My mom.

My body racks as fresh tears start falling now . No more single ones. Mom. She is dead. Died during a car crash on my fifteenth birthday.

Someone shakes me.

"Addy. Addy wake up. You're having a nightmare. "

Fear grips me. A nightmare. Like always.

It's dark. I'm cold. No one is here with me.

"Addy. Wake up."

Mom's voice is so comforting.

"Addy. "

Then suddenly, I'm drenched with a load gasp. Cold water is making its way down my warm, sweaty body. I'm awake. Eyes wide open. Cold. Yet my body turns even colder once my brown eyes make contact with identical brown eyes, brown hair, and, " Mother... "

The woman who looks like her comes closer and hugs me .

"Addy, oh my gosh. You were shaking in your sleep. What happened? "

My body recognizes the warmth that is wrapped around me. Is this a dream?

"Who are you?" I ask. My voice dry and hoarse.

"Addy... Your beautiful mother, of course."

"This can't be real. My mother died." My heart clenches. My arms glued to my sides. I sit frozen. She moves away from me and smiles at me funny. She comes close, and I breathe in her smell ... lavender. Mom smells like lavender. I know that smell. She caresses my cheeks in her hands and kisses my forehead softly. Something mom used to do often. Tears escape my eyes.

"Addy... you had a nightmare. Don't worry. I'm here. "

She wraps her arms around my cold body, both from the water and my own bodily fluids. Soon, my body warms.

"I...I...mom...Mommy. I'm so so sorry. I miss you. "

My arms then wrap around her waist. It is my mom. The smell of lavender. Her soft, sweet voice. Her brown eyes. Her brown hair.

My body melts into her instantly. It's my sweet mom, and I cry for the first time in a long time.