I hear and jerk awake, I look around the dark empty bedroom, it was a dream. Just a dream. I run my hands through my hair and force myself up and out of the bed, I tiredly walk out of the bedroom and across the cold floor to the kitchen, I grab a glass from the cabinet and fill it with water as I rub my tired eyes. As I sip it I pick up a picture frame that's sitting on the cabinet.
"I miss you so much Hunter.." I whisper to the picture as I put my hand over my baby boy in the picture. Hunter died a year ago from a shooting at his preschool. After he died me and Luke got a divorce and I haven't seen him since nor have I made contact. I have nightmares daily about my son calling for me but I can't reach him, I can't help him. These nightmares haunt me. I sit the picture frame back down and pour the rest of the water down the drain and sit the cup in the sink, I walk back to my bedroom and shut the door before climbing back onto the lonely big bed, ...