As my eyes opened the following day, there was a scream echoing in my head. IT wasn’t mine.
I struggled to cling to the dream; but it eluded me, like a small fist trying to hold on to too much sand.
I must have stired, for someone to my right stood,
“Lewis, honey?”
Mom.
I looked at her, and was taken aback. I hardly recognized her. Her hair was grey, with skin wrinkled and grey. Time had not been kind to her.
“Hi mom,” I tried, my voice still foreign to me.
Mother wept a little. “It is so nice to hear your voice, Lewis. We thought you were lost,”
I offered only a short smile and a nod. I coughed, my throat burned.
“Here, sweety, have some water,”
A straw was thrusted in my face, and i took a small sip. IT was like swallowing gravel, but it was the sweetest water i’d ever tasted.
“Is Molly here?”
Mom shook her head, “No. She’s working like everyone else,” she smiled, “she said she’d visit later. Chris is coming,”
My eyes were wide, “I’d rather sleep,”
“He’s your brother. He misses you,”
I doubt it.