• I lay there for a long time trying to remember this faded memory. My mind came into a blank and saw my 12 year old self lying beside me. He didn’t surprise me as if I knew that he would appear. The clock ticks away and neither of us moved. Both of us were silent, so silent I could hear myself breathing. The boy got up and offering his hands as if gesturing to come with him. I took his hand and stand up, he did not let go of my hands. His warm hands were unusual I was expecting that it was cold like a dead person’s hands. He held on tight then faced me, I don’t need my brain to signal me, I felt the urge to carry the boy in my shoulder. His warm hands are holding into the sides of my head. It made me feel relaxed. And everything turned white.



    ~to continued …