Boxer In A Hoodie

Prologue

I just came home from training with Caleb, I put my coat on the hanger. I took off my dirty shoes and walked through the house trying to find her. I never shout at this time  in case she was asleep and I would hate to wake her up, she needs her rest. I look in the living room first in case she's in her favourite chair, but its empty so walking through the kitchen seeing the dirty dishes in the sink, feeling more relaxed knowing she's eaten, I then run upstairs to her bedroom. Their she was, still as a porcelain doll, but she was beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever known.

I quickly had a shower and got dressed in a hoodie and pyjama trousers, I made sure my alarm is set for my early morning jog and set it on my bedside table. Still feeling anxious I walk back into her room standing near the doorway admiring her and feeling more relaxed when I know she's still breathing, I walk in and kiss her forehead goodnight.

I quietly leave the room and get myself into my bed lying on my back staring at the ceiling until I fall asleep, it took longer then usual the feeling of sorrow never leaving my heart, the ache pounding in my chest. I could feel the tears trying to arise, but I try to swallow it down. I cannot cry, I say to my self as I close my eyes and a tear slipped out.

I shot up to the noise of my alarm going off feeling the dried up tears on my cheeks, once turning my alarm off I went to the bathroom washed my face trying to wash away the sorrow I still feel trying not to think about it I brushed my teeth and went to get dressed in my grey sweatpants tying it as tight as I can at my waist, then putting on a sports bra with a white tank top over it. 

I checked in on my mum once again feeling more relaxed when I can see her faint breathing, stepping out the room quietly and gently closing the door. As I leave the house a slam of cold bites my skin I rub my arms in comfort and trying and stay warm, then I start to jog. it started out as jogging, but as I got to a more secluded area and more warmed up I pumped my legs harder feeling the burn in my legs and my lungs seeing the smoke leave my mouth after every harsh breath. Once I ran to a familiar place I slow back down to a jog running through my cities park relishing the feeling of the cold and the sun rising behind a few trees, I stopped to watch it the beautiful pink and orange colours mixing together fighting away the darkness. its a beautiful sight. I wish mum could see this maybe one day, I thought. 

Reminiscing the colours and feeling of the cold air, I decide to run back home in time for mum to wake up. Once I got in I was welcomed with the warm heating biting the cold away from my bare arms and face I ignore the ache in my legs and start walking around the house, it felt empty and quiet, maybe she was still sleeping. So I start the kettle for us, pulling the cups out and putting a teabag with one sugar in each. While the waters boiling I walk upstairs to check on her pushing the door open I see her in the same position as this morning, maybe I was seeing things but I couldn't see her breathing so I made myself over to her and tried to shake her awake.

"Mum?" I tried not to panic as she didn't wake up I try again but harder, still no response. "Mum, please! wake up," my throat felt dry, I took my two fingers and put it against her neck, I couldn't feel any pulse or hear any breathing. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and called the ambulance. I didn't know what to do, but maybe it wasn't too late. I thought to myself as sobs take over my body.