Haunted Dreams

I dreamed about her last night, my mother. It had been awhile.. I've seen her before, with her beige blouses and flashes of blonde hair, wandering discreetly through my dreams. And I sensed her.

This time, last night, it was largely different. She was alive again, like her death never occurred. Before she was a phantasm, who never spoke or was truly present. Last night she existed, she owned our home again, she didn't haunt it.

It was horrible, though. In vain, I tried to say, "Mother! You've been gone for so long.. Tell me about yourself, I don't know you like a daughter should.." But she acted awkward, like my questions annoyed her. She just busied herself with the laundry and refused to converse with me. It was torture.

I prefer her as a ghost.