...there it is again, that perfume. It belongs to my mother, wait her perfume here? I push away the thoughts and roll over. A shrill blast pulls me back to my senses, as i recognize the horn on my moms tan toyota hatchback.
  "Mom?" i call sheepishly as i roll out of bed. Lady Stetson perfumes the room. I take my blanket and quietly leave my bedroom, searching for the source of the smell. I haven't smelled Lady Stetson in weeks, my mom always wore it when her boyfriend came over. Why would Jose be here either for that matter.
    Tip toeing around the house i remember what happened the last time i woke someone up before the alarm went off. "You're grounded for a week, and no buts!" said Miss Burrows. A whole week because i couldn't sleep, if i could get rid of these nightmares than i could sleep. I quietly open the door into the living room where the Burrows sleep on the pullout bed, and peek inside.
    Moving slowly to the window i look outside. Nothing, i knew it.
    "Did you have the dream again Chris?" Miss Burrows asked sleepily.
    "No." i lied, "I just wondered if you were awake."
    "Well go back to sleep, you still have 3 more hours before school time." she replied.
    Leaving the room i begin to cry, wondering why isn't my mom here, i smelled her perfume. It's only been 2 weeks since the social workers took me from my mom, and every night the same dream...

(these dreams lasted for 3 years, with the denial that my mom would come rescue me.)

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