64: Everyone needs their mom

Despite the chilly weather this night, I was still sweating. I couldn't wrap my hands around why I was feeling this way.

I was both uneasy and furious, unable to do anything since I woke up. It was late but I still couldn't sleep.

The light from the bulb had flashed over my eyelids, and it made me jolt from a disjointed dream.

Illusions of my father had merged with the striking memories of pain. It was a dream I’d had often, but this one was different. I wasn't only trying to escape from my father, I was held bound with someone else calling my name and asking for help.

I knew I had to save whoever it was, but I didn’t know how because I was held too. I scoffed as I remembered the flashback of the dreams.

Tired and frustrated, I pushed the images from my mind and covered my eyes from the dancing……