High on Sugar

There is a knock at the door. It’s unusual for someone to come this early morning.
Opening it, what I saw took my breath away. I stood there motionless, my eyes go wide.
“Hi sweety”, said the much too familiar voice and now a somewhat crinkled face. A light nervous smile is plastered on that face.
“MOM!”, I exclaim. Tears start rolling down involuntarily. My legs becoming jelly.
“I’ve come to take you honey.”, my mom says with a sweet yet urgent smile.
“Mom, where have you been? I thought you would never…..”, I could not complete the sentence, it still hurts after four long years.
“Return.”, she completed it for me looking down.
“But here I am baby. Come with me. I’m here to take you now…with us”, my mom says and extends her hand for me to hold.
“What? But mom what about him?”, I ask looking at her blurred figure though my watery eyes.
“Baby…he can’t come with us. Never. But you need to come now.”, she pulls me by my hand.
I stop. NO. I can’t leave without him. Not after so many years that he has stood by me.
“No mom. I’m not leaving him behind.”, I pressed my mom’s hand firmly.
I see my mother go pale.
“You need to come my child. You should have come with us.”, I hear a mourn in her voice.
That blow is too hard to take. I close my eyes and feel my mother pulling her hand away. I open my eyes frantically and she has melted into the thin air.
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I wake up with a cold sweat and a randomly beating heart. It’s still a pitch black night.
This has happened for the third night in a row. What is happening and why? Is this an Omen?