♣!
He knew his mother used to rock him to sleep when he was afraid of nightmares, but he could no longer remember her songs, or the warmth of her arms around him. Even once the physical contact stopped--for his mother didn’t wish to share every detail of her life with him--she still stayed by his bedside and read from storybooks. Her voice, her face, these things were blurry and indistinct.
He wasn’t sure if he longed for more clarity, or found the lack of it a relief.











