An Afternoon Nap

Here's a (very) short story that I wrote for my mother's birthday this year. Happy birthday mom!

Bottom right: Me and my Mom

I think the earliest memory I have with my mother was one afternoon when I was about 5 years old.  Like most kids, I hated having to take the afternoon nap instead of going out to play, but that one time I was actually sleepy.

So I lay beside mom (I know I was very young because I remember being so small compared to her) and put my arm around her and promptly fell asleep. Then I had a bad dream -- in it, mom suddenly left me and I was all alone.  This scared me so much that I woke up with start.

But of course, she was still there, asleep with my little arm around her. Relieved, I closed my eyes and got back to sleep.