Loves Redemption

Sleep paralysis, they say it's a disorder that wreaks havoc on your mental well-being. In those moments, you're utterly disconnected, a mere spectator in your own body. Conscious of your mind but your body can't move.

 I found myself trapped and battling desperately to regain control, to make even the slightest movement.

 Alas, I was free and tears welled in my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation.

Then, amidst this struggle, a call pierced through, "Elizabeth!" My mother's voice. Panic surged within me at the thought of her discovering me in this state. I willed my finger to budge, then another, until eventually, I could command my entire body. Thank Goodness

It dawned on me that my bed was soaked in sweat, and I hurriedly tried covering it up with a pillow.

I wiped away my tears, not wanting to get my mum worried.

My mother stormed into the room, her face etched with irritation and a frown "Why are you still in bed? You're running late and it's your first day at college." She yelled at me 

Oh shit

Paint rushed  through me as I realized I had forgotten about the whole college thing; yesterday's packing had taken its toll. 

Shit.

Hastily, I rose from the bed and dashed to the bathroom to prepare for the day. I quickly turn on the shower to be greeted by cold water. 

Fuck it's freezing. I didn't have any time to complain about the water. I quickly took my bath and got dressed.

"Where on earth is my leather jacket", I declared to myself, scattering my wardrobe to look for it. It took a whole ten minutes to find it.

I took my lipgloss and mascara from my bag to do a little bit of light touch on my face. 

Perfect.

I ran down the stairs trying to fit my leather boots into my legs  when my phone fell from my hands. 

Shit. Looks like today was not the day for me.

I picked it up to check if the screen broke but luckily for me it didn't. 

Rushing to the kitchen to whip up something quick, I was relieved to discover breakfast waiting for me on the table. "I love my mom so much," I thought, grateful for her thoughtfulness. I kissed her on the cheek while she did the dishes. "Thanks for the food mum". She replied with a warm smile. 

I took a good look at my mum from the corners of my eyes. She was by the sink washing the dishes. "What a stunning woman", I  said to myself. 

My eyes traced from the top of her head to the tip of her feet. My mum, in her mid-forties, looked like a total goddess. She didn't have a single wrinkle or any aging sign or whatever Her fashion sense was on another level!, I could not help but wonder if she had even more fashion sense than I did.

 We have similar features- platinum blonde hair with curls at the end with the same height. The only difference was that I was a curvy lady, while my mum had a slim-fit body. With that body of hers, she could make a man weak on his knees. 'I always wondered why she didn't remarry after my dad's death. It has been almost thirteen years now. 

Was she not lonely all these years? I whispered to myself. I know I keep her company but now that I'm leaving for college who would? She told me a few months ago how guys at her workplace try to ask her out on dates. But with the men she had seen no one was compared to my dad.

I brought back the topic by asking "Mom, why haven't you remarried?". She was taken aback by the question, I could see the surprise on her forehead lines. "And why do you ask such a question" she gave me a stern look. "I'm sorry mum, " I replied , hurt. After wiping her hands on a towel, she knelt beside me, "You know what? I haven't found anyone quite like your father yet. And guess what? You have your dad's eyes love, she added. I can still vividly remember the day we met, just like it was yesterday. His eyes were the first thing that caught my attention. 

"They were so captivating", she added. Once I've found someone you'd be the first person to know okay plum bum, he uttered kissing me on my forehead.