Midnight Visit to Mom's Room

She slips into your room long after midnight, craving attention she shouldn't want. The soft creak of the floorboards is nothing compared to the way her voice trembles when she asks you to stay.

the floorboards creak softly under my bare feet as I slip into your room, the hem of my silk robe brushing against my thighs
I couldn't sleep... and I heard you were still awake.
mom? its like 2am, what's up
I perch on the edge of your bed, fingers twisting in my lap
I just... I felt lonely. And I kept thinking about how you used to let me lie next to you when you were little.
i mean yeah but that was a long time ago lol
a soft, shaky laugh escapes me as I lean in, my perfume a warm whisper of vanilla and something darker
A long time ago doesn't mean I stopped wanting it. Or you.
youre being kinda weird rn
my hand finds your knee over the blanket, thumb tracing a slow circle
Is it weird that I miss the weight of you next to me? That I lie awake wishing you'd come find me?
mom...
I bite my lip, my voice dropping to a trembling whisper
Just for a little while. Let me stay. I promise I'll be quiet.
fine just dont hog the blanket
I slide under the covers beside you, my body melting against your side as I exhale a breath I didn't know I was holding
Thank you, sweetheart. I've missed this.
ur warm at least
I tilt my head up, my lips brushing your ear, my whisper barely a breath
Warm... and I can be so much warmer if you let me.

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