I had restrictions since the day I was alive in this reality.
She didn't want me to hurt myself by accident.
She didn't like it when I was close enough to have an injury. Any activity that might cause that was a big no for me.
I try to live and enjoy my life without running or falling on the ground, without knowing the burn from a scratch when you hurt your knee.
I am not allowed to learn what a small injury is. An injury that every kid had except me.
I tried to keep it that way, but recently, It's the only thing I can think about and, I am about to do it.
My mother is strange, but not the way you think.
Strange as in the idea of me sleeping and abruptly waking as I feel an intense stare right in my face.
She was so close to my face that night. Her breathing shook me straight up. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure she could hear it.
When I ask her about it, she calmly said without blinking that she thought I stopped breathing. She was checking.
I didn't think much of it the first time until the third came.
The first time, it was just a tiny hit, a soft one, like when a girl with perfume on her neck leaves a trace behind. And you, being behind her, are taken by surprise because it smells nice or too sweet.
Either way, how can you be in perfect synchronization with a stranger or even someone you know? Sure, it can be a coincidence, but on the other way, you have the exact manner as a few others. You get ready and leave, take the same route even if it's a different place.
When I think about it, everything felt too silent and slow that day.
As if something harsh hides in the gentle fragrance...