Mother, am I crazy?

The hotel didn't get many customers so Norman spent most of his time to talking to his beloved mother. She was a bit harsh at times but he'd come to live with it. He'd been taking care of her ever since she had fallen ill, and if he was honest it wasn't always easy. But she was his mother and he wouldn't leave her in some home to rot away. One night Norman had a terrible dream about his mother. It scared him so much he ran into her bedroom to make sure it was just a dream. "What are you doing Norman?" She asked. "Oh mother I had the worst dream." He answered wiping some sweat from his forehead. "And you thought it was ok to wake your old mother?" She asked anger flashing in her eyes. "I-I'm sorry mother I was just worried about you." He replied looking down at his feet. "And why is that?" She questioned placing her hands above her cover. "Because the dream was about you." He stated. She gave him a stare that said go on. "You were dead, that I had stolen your body long ago, that you were nothing but a corpse and I had gone completely mad. See in the dream I talked to your corpse like you were really there and even answered for you in your voice." He said trembling a little. His mothers face softened a bit and she said. "Norman that could never happen now go back to bed." Giving his mother a kiss on her head he said goodnight and left. Only after all the lights had gone out could you see the moon reflect of the clean white skull of his mother.