Your Mom.

I had a strange dream last night. It was rather long but I'll write the part that is relevant to you.



You were sitting in some kind of a cubicle with your mom. The setting felt like a library, so it probably was. You were studying and your mom was looking outside the window. I was passing by and wondered why you were studying even though school was over. You asked me to sit down. We talked a little and I helped you a with your work. It was math, I think. Eventually we were only talking and you wanted to study, and you told me so. I didn't leave. I stayed and helped you with your work.

I feel like I never left. And I never will, even if only in my dreams.

What I still can't fathom is what the hell was your mom doing in my dream.