Darius was woken up by the sun's rays as it began to rise. He always kept his curtains drawn at all times.
With a tired groan, he rubbed his eyes and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet touching the cool wooden floor.
His head dropped into his hand, fingers pressing into his temple as he let out a long, weary sigh.
It had been ages since he had seen his mother come to him in one of his dreams.
Even now, her voice was still a whisper in his ears. Dreams when she came to him had always left him hoping for more.
Darius hummed the song she always sang to him. He never did get the notes quite right.
Do you miss them?
I miss them a lot.
This dream had been more intense than any before. Usually, he never saw her face, as if some veil had obscured it. Other times, she was mute and simply walked around.
