My mother is just as I remembered her to look like. Red curls that go down in gentle waves down her back, soft cinnamon colored skin, and bright hazel eyes that warm at the sight of me. She's curvy, and tall, and she's wearing a soft lavender dress with a plunging neckline and the ends of her dress being entwined with daises, her feet bare..
"..wake up....you're so cold...wake up!"
"She's so beautiful." I say dreamily, as I break from Afra's hold, and start going closer and closer to her.
Even Caleb moves out of the way, knowing how much this moment means to me.
I'm almost there, the thorns of the plant vines having shredded my dress and part of my calves but I feel no pain as I'm only ten feet away from my mother.
"Goddammitt, Cecilia, I need you to wake the fuck up!"
