I woke up with the morning sun gleaming into my window,
with the smell of fresh air flowing in through my nose and out through my mouth,
I opened my tired eyes, ready to start a new day.
But I noticed something weird, something horrible, something terrifying.
This is not my room.
Everything was cold.
I called out, "Mom?"
..."Mom, where are you?"
Whispers from the other room filled my ears. What are they saying?
Quickly, I sprung out of bed to see if I could listen in. However, something wasn't right.
I felt hallow, as if I faded away. I couldn't feel anything, except for the coldness that radiated off of me.
I glanced down at my hands, which were pale, and grey. What is wrong with me?
I turned back towards the bed to notice it wasn't exactly a bed anymore.
It was a coffin, and I was still in it.
I began to realize where i was. The whispers weren't whispers. They were cries, and they were coming from my mother.
"I could have done something," I heard her say.
"Mom!" I yelled out.
"Mom, i'm right here!"
"Mom, please! Can you hear me?"
Panic spread through my core. I need to get back. I need to see her, to tell her i'm ok.
I began to bang my fists against the smooth wood, hoping my mom would hear me.
But my body didn't move. There was no noise.
Tears start to roll down my eyes as i watched my body lay there, lifeless.
