CHAPTER 15 : Human

A warm hand brushed the hair away from my forehead as a soothing voice lured me back from the land of slumber. The sweet lilac voice said, "Good morning, my little prince." It was my mother's voice. I slowly drew my eyes open, blinking twice, giving my eyes time to adjust to the bright setting.

The early morning light poured into the room like a waterfall, drenching everything in it's bright luminous glow. I yawned, stretching out my sleep weary limbs. My gaze fell onto the arm chair that had been dragged closer to the bed. In it my father laid sprawled out, his too long limbs falling out of the too small chair. His dark hair fell over his face as he snored softly.

My gaze then shifted to the being beside me. My mother laid with me in the hospital bed, her arm wrapped around my frame as I snuggled into her warm embrace. She cupped my left cheek, her hands warming my slightly chilled flesh.