The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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The memory comes from my girlfriend's childhood. When she was around 4 or 5, she had a dream where her mom was a zombie and attacked her. She described it as the most horrifying nightmare she had. I wrote the story because it showed how much she cared about her mom.

                It was a dream.

                Amani was laying on the bed with her mom. Through the bedroom window, a ray of warm sunlight nagged Amani to wake up. She wanted five extra minutes in the bed, but something felt wrong. The first hint was a faint smell of rotten egg. The room wasn’t clean, but it was not that bad to emit a foul smell. Puzzled, Amani woke up, being careful not to wake her mom. She looked around the room to see if there was a plate of old food, but all she saw was a pile of her clothes and her school things.

                 “Mom, wake up,” she whispered and lightly rocked her mom.

                Amani immediately retreated her hand as her mother’s body was freezing cold. It was summer, and they didn’t have air conditioning on. Something definitely wasn’t right.

                 “Mom! Wake UP!” Amani shouted with a trembling voice. She rocked her mom again, harder this time.

                The push rolled her mother’s body, now facing toward the ceiling. Amani looked down on her mom’s face, half of which was rotten. The flesh was dark red color with random blemishes across her face. A maggot was crawling near her left ear, and more were visible inside the ear. Amani stood up immediately, shocked and scared and confused.

                Mom growled.

                Mom – or whatever the heck it was – was staring at Amani’s face. She stepped back carefully. This is a dream, Amani knew, a stupid dream. Mom jumped up. That was Amani’s cue to run. She opened the door and looked behind just to find her mom dragging her bloody legs across the room. Amani ran in horror, closing the door behind her and sprinting downstairs. She could hear her mom knocking down the door. She turned right, then left. There was the front door. Amani tugged on the door, just to find out that it was stuck. The door wasn’t locked, the door never got stuck before. She kept pulling the doorknob as hard as she could. She could hear footsteps coming from the stairs. She was going to panic. Amani could almost feel her mom’s breath on her neck. Amani gave up on the front door, dashing by the kitchen to try the backdoor. She unlocked the door and opened it. As soon as she realized it was open, she ran outside and got hit by the intense sunlight through her eyes.

                Amani jolted up. Through the bedroom window, a ray of warm sunlight rested upon her. Next to her was her mom, sleeping seamlessly. A tear fell from Amani’s eyes, and sweat drifted down her forehead and back. It was summer, but she was shivering. Amani got up from the bed, carefully inspecting her mom. She put two fingers on her mom’s neck, like she had seen in one of the movies. She felt the little pumps, letting her know her mom was okay. Amani let out a sigh of relief.

A Moment Not to Relive

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Mid 2000s
NJ

The memory comes from my girlfriend's childhood. When she was around 4 or 5, she had a dream where her mom was a zombie and attacked her. She described it as the most horrifying nightmare she had. I wrote the story because it showed how much she cared about her mom.

Decade: 2000s
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Recorded by Min Dye on June 6, 2018
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