She wanted to experience every part of him, every part that she now couldn’t. She looked up to see Andy standing in the doorway. She shut her eyes and she held in the screams that she wanted to let out. She pressed her legs against the outside of his and held him close. He couldn’t handle it, he fought the urge, but he felt like he had to. She had encouraged him to fall asleep and now he was she was left with the feeling of him against her. The sensation of pressing down on his mother’s body with his full weight went from feeling awkward and inappropriate to comforting and natural to him. He thought about the excuses that he could use; he could say that he was simply asleep too. He looked over, fuzzy with tiredness and confused by what she meant.
