12:00 a.m.
When she dissociates, she goes to places her soul fears most.
She hangs from the promises never made between mother and daughter.
She died too that day.
She finds her way back to the present.
The light phases through her soul.
She’s lonely.
She’s loved her lost ones longer than she’s known them.
Who will remember them when she’s the last one in her family?
Who will love them if she can’t?
What if loving her lost mother is too heavy for her now?
What if she was right?
She finds her way back to the present.
It’s time for bed.
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