my mother just made a noise in her sleep. it was a high-pitched hum... like how i say "WoO" only with her mouth closed. it was one of those noises that you can't tell if it was an excited, happy noise... or a scared noise.

i stood in the doorway to her bedroom. the hallway light flooding into the room and onto her figure beneath her covers. i leaned forward, and i saw the light's highlights on my hair. it was nice to stand watching over my mother. i feel like i owed her one.