i woke up and i felt anxious, like a sense of foreshadowing, my heart was erratically beating. The air was cold as if it knew something was wrong- i knew something was wrong the moment i waited for her chest to rise up as i do everyday. The once beating and calming heart of hers has now ended. The horror and anguish befalls me at the same time. it only took me a second to know what has happened. Yet i refuse-can't and won't believe it. My shaking hand would touch her skin. It was a coldness i had never felt before, i quickly retracted my hand as if i had touched fire. I accepted what was happening as soon as i felt the wetness of my cheeks and eyes. My mother was dead.
