She couldn't sleep anymore. She was tossing and turning and there was only one person who could make it all feel better for her. She pulled herself out of the bed with sleepy eyes and took her tiny little hands up to start rubbing at her eyes to free them off the sleep that clouded her vision. She reached for the nearest magazine near her and with one hand dragging the heavy magazine down the hall and the other holding onto her favorite blanket she began to walk toward her mother's room. She could see the light showing down at the crack of the bed. Her mother was still wide awake and she sighed of relief. She didn't want to go back in her room. It was lonely in there.
Her mother was busy with the book in front of her but lifted a head up when she heard the door creek open. Savannah stuck her little head in between and smiled at her mother who just sighed in frustration. "Mama," she said in slight frustration of her only child who could never stay still, "I just put you to bed, and now you're awake?!" She was slightly frustrated with her because this was the third time this week she slipped out of bed and made it to her mother.
Savannah struggled with the magazine in her hand, but she still managed to shrug her shoulders and throw her little hand holding the blanket up in the air.
She didn't know why her daughter had this big need to be near her lately, and she was too tired to fight her to go back to her room again, she'll just get up again.
"You're letting out all of the hot air, come up here." She sounded frustrated, but she was hardly that. She just didn't understand why her daughter was acting like this, but she was too cute. She had a huge smile on her face as she strutted to the bed and climbed on top of it to mimic her mother's pose and began to read her magazine.
Savannah stared hard at the photo she saved of her mother. It was one of the last memories she had that was a good one before everything just went to shit. She didn't even recognize that tiny little girl in the photo. She had so much promise and her future what bright. What happened to her? Was she still there? It was hard to see. She didn't recognize anyone in the photos.
Her mother though.. what could've been if she just would've picked her own daughter over things. She didn't know where all of these old photos were coming from. She stared at her phone for a few seconds before she hovered her finger over the delete button. She didn't want to open up her social media and see a picture of a time where the world was perfect for her. She didn't want to remember the past It wasn't real anyway. Just another memory reminds of how much things suck for her right now.