I looked around the room everything moved slow, blurry at first then I noticed a figure moving around at the edge of my bed. I stared at one spot of the bed, fighting to stay awake, fighting to see the figure. I started drifting again…. until I fell into a deep sleep. I started to have a recollection of memories it was a dream of some sort of the time when things were okay. I was six, I would stay home with my mom and occasionally uncle Simon would come and visit best part of the day is when my dad would come home and scoop me up in his arms and suggest we would all go out for ice cream. But the next year something changed, my mom got sick and stayed in bed all day, and I haven't seen uncle Simon for several months. Dad would come home and sit by mom's side and cry. I remember asking my dad if we could go out and get ice cream but he yelled at me for the first time ever, I was heartbroken.I felt bad and so I had went out that evening and picked roses for my mom, they were the white roses from the abandoned house next door, in my mind it was more of a giant birdhouse, that was always filled with all sorts of creepy I tried my best to ignore them. I put the flowers in a cup and placed them on my mom's bed side. I then grabbed my stuffed monkey from the front room where my dad was asleep on the couch. I made my way onto my mom's bed and I laid next to my mom as she started to sing the song she always sang to me before bed." Let's go into the garden, you'll find something waiting right there where you left, laying upside down, when you finally find it you'll see how it's faded, the underside is lighter when you turn it around- everything stays but it still changes, ever so slightly daily and nightly in little ways-". I slowly fell asleep and when I awoke she lay still. "Mommy?" I cried "Mommy!" I yelled as I shook her arm. I realized she was gone and all I could do was cry.