When his hands were to roam around my body, I heard someone call my name. It’s not Ramona’s voice. Hearing it again, I think it’s my mom. Before I could cover myself, she nudged me and I woke up.
What? It was just a dream! I sat on my bed because I was stunned for a moment trying to process what happened. Was it my desire? my subliminal craving or was he thinking much of me? I hope it was the latter.
“Catherine, are you okay?”
Blankly looking at my fingers.
“Yeah, mom.”
She tried to carry my luggage to the side while she looked at me.
“I thought you were going to walk today.”
“A little later.”
Then I went back to bed and embraced my pillow.
“Jetlag?”
“I guess so.”
With a teasing look, she nudged me by my hips.
“I think you’re missing someone.”
“Stop it, Mom.”
With her hands
