The thought of seeing my mother, and last night's nightmare, was weighing heavy on my heart. As I stood at the window staring out at the clouds, I glanced over at Jess and sighed. I didn't want to wake her up, instead I walked out and headed to my mother's room.

In this house there are three bedrooms, mine, the guest room where Jess sleeps, and my mother's room, which no one including me ever goes into. I was pretty sure I saw her last night, or maybe I was losing my mind, but after that experience, all I wanted was to feel her around me, so here I am for the first time in a year, about to enter her bedroom.

As I slowly turned the knob and pushed open the door, the scent of her hit me as a sharp pain traveled through my heart and body. Everything was still in place, just as she left it, and how I remembered.

It was hard to take that first step into her bedroom, but eventually I did, and as I started to walk through it, so many memories popped up in my mind. The first thing that I came across were a few pairs of her high heels that she loved to collect, and a burgundy wooden box full of jewelry, that she kept on her nightstand.

I made my way over to her closet and started to look at her clothing one by one.

"I remember this..." I whispered out loud to myself, as I pulled out a light blue dress. It had long sleeves and stopped right under the knee, with a matching scarf that wrapped around the neck, this was the dress she wore in our family portrait. I remembered.

Clenching the dress tight, and holding it close to my body... I closed my eyes and smiled, as I thought about the memories, she was so beautiful that day. I took one last look at the dress and took a deep breath before hanging it back up.

On her dresser were half empty bottles of perfumes, and as I picked up her favorite one, (Avon) and sprayed it into the air, I sighed as more pain hit me, It was the last scent that I had smelled on her.