you hit me & it felt like a kiss (i can hear sirens)

'You pause behind the tall bar at the edge of the room and frown—with a bit of relief—when you see your mom, tangled and curled brown hair, tired eyes, wearing a Columbia English Department t-shirt and boxers, curling up on the couch with what you know is a cup of chamomile tea.' Fababies, Faberry Week Day Seven: Nightmares.