It was the wee hours just before the break of dawn when I woke […] and sat up in bed in that transparent darkness that fills one’s room in the early mornings. It was exactly the way I wake up every morning – to that exact same lighting (or lack thereof) – before getting ready […]. I got out of bed and saw that my body was still lying down beneath the covers. I felt […] light and weightless as I floated to the guest room where I saw my mother sitting on the bed, crying. I was floating above the ground in front of her, but she didn’t see me. I called out to her several times before she turned to me – finally seeing me hovering in the air – and gasped.
And then it was as if I was being sucked into the dawning sky – through the ceiling and through the roof – and I felt free but, oddly […] hindered as I flew amongst the gray and deep blue clouds. I remember liking […] flying through the air, but then I became sad because I never got to do all the things that I had wanted […].
And then I had a […] passing thought that this must all be just a dream and I woke up, sitting up in bed in that familiar darkness just before dawn […]. I was so relieved that it was all just a dream – that, in fact, I hadn’t really died. I got out of bed, glad to see that I hadn’t left my body behind, and proceeded with my morning routine. I noticed that the light in my bathroom was on and as I walked in, I saw that my mother was in my bathroom, standing at the sink counter. My makeup was spread […] in a mess in front of her.
“I’m sorry […],” she said to me, her face expressionless as she stared straight ahead into the mirror. “But I’m going to have to kill you.”
I pretended like I was okay with it, coming forward cheerfully and putting the makeup away. But deep down I was crushed and afraid. […]
My mom walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom where she sat down in the darkness at the edge of her bed. “I’m sorry,” she said […]. “But I have to do it. You have to die.”
And I had a sinking feeling […] before I woke […] and sat up in bed, my eyes meeting once again, for the third time, that familiar, translucent darkness just before dawn. I […] wondered whether or not I was really awake this time. I turned around to make sure I couldn’t see myself still lying in bed. I walked out into the hallway and saw that my bathroom light was thankfully off. […] It wasn’t until I finally reached school that I became convinced that this time I really was awake.