Trevor
I’ve never known what it was like to be held by a mother. I suppose when I was a baby I was held by my grandmother, or my nannies, but I know it’s not the same. I was having this really sweet dream that I was being held by my mom. I couldn’t see her face but I knew it must be her because I felt the love wrapping around me. It was warm and soft and wonderful. I really didn’t want to wake up and leave that dream, but I needed to pee.
I opened my eyes and looked over at the window. The blackout curtains were drawn, but I could see a little light around the edges, so it must be morning. I started to sit up, but something was holding me down.
I thought it was my dad. Sometimes he flops an arm over me when he is sleeping, but when I felt the hand, it definitely wasn’t his. My dad’s h
