This is a ficlet based on my current series, titled “Residing Dreams.â€? It is written from the character Casimir’s POV .

Dear Mother,

Sometimes I wonder if there’s a God. I’ve found myself thinking about this a lot lately. The thing is, when I cry out in pain on my most desperate of days, there doesn’t seem to be an answer. Only the resounding echo of my grief. I don’t understand it. I just feel so alone, and when I look at the sky through my window, all I see is a cloudy sky. Then again, if there’s no God, then there’s no angels either. If that’s true, then how come I still see you in my dreams? I’ve held onto the notion that you’re an angel now, and sometimes I can almost picture you being present. You’re all I have left of what once was. Father hardly ever comes to visit. That only makes things all the more depressing. As I write this now, my tears stain the page. It feels like this journal is the only place where love is present. Everything else is so gloomy.