Addition By Anakin Solo


You no longer have the burning ash in your face, thank god. That had been…there really weren’t any words for what that was. You sigh in relief but can’t because you aren’t breathing…strange now you aver very much aware that you aren’t breathing…something you did without thinking of it ever…

There isn’t much to go on as to where you are. Its dark, very, very dark. But you’re under something. That you are sure of. Something is defiantly on top of you. It isn’t heavy but, no more like heavy but not hurting, no crushing. You try to feel what else there is. You’re laying straight out, like as if your arms and legs were spread wide open on a bed, yeah like you would be stretching out but can’t bring your limbs back in.
Where the hell am I? What the hell am I?

That question isn’t answered right away. Sounds can be heard. A muffled voice coming through whatever it was that was resting on top of you. “Yeah, come over…don’t know…he must be with a friend…can’t wait.” Was that Mom? Sounded kind of like her but you can’t be sure.
Before you get an answer, OHF! A giant weight just falls down on top of you. You instantly bend with it, no resistance, being shoved into something beneath you. You grit your teeth trying to resist but it isn’t much good. Then it lift off and you feel yourself returning to your original state but, less restricted, like somehow you were just loosened up or something. With a WUSH the weight was lifted off and wow, you are looking straight up at the ceiling. You would blink but that never works.

Your eyes move around whatever room this is, it is a room. And you see just at the limits of your line of sight, MOM. Okay, this makes some sense, you don’t seem to go very far from where you were last so that is good, this must be…uh mom’s room? Okay. You watch as your mother moves out of your line of sight, you try to follow but just can’t see that far. There is the sound of a door opening and shuffling on a carpet…that was where her closet was you think…okay so where am I?

You look around and see the dresser, the door to the hall, a window above and behind you. So you figure you’re somewhere in the middle of the room but what is in the middle of the room – The Bed, I’m on the bed. What’s on the bed? Pillow, no too small, blanket – no that can’t be it that must have been what was on top of me then it fits like a light going off, bed sheets, you’re the sheet. #%$!#@$!

Your first moment of thought is that this is awful and terrible but then you realize how bad could it be? You’re on a soft bed, Mom will come in go to sleep, you’ll cuddle a bit, a little too closely but that can’t hurt, right? But while you think about it you become aware of the sounds off to the side…your mom changing. Pjs, a night gown, right. Then thoughts of her rolling over and smothering you crept in and remembering the car…this was getting too weird.

Your mom comes back where you can see her. She is wearing a bathrobe tightly closed, thank goodness for small favors. You try to calm down, it isn’t that bad…Then you hear a sound coming from down the hall. You mom turns and walked away THUMP, THUMP, THUMP on the carpet till she is gone.

Who would she answer the door for in her bathrobe? Then you remember the call, she couldn’t be…she thinks I’m not here…does she…