You're not alone.

The tears dried up on the edges of her lids made it more difficult for her to open her eyes. A slight scream slipped out of her mouths, she quickly put her robes on, tied her hair back and sprints downstairs to the kitchen. Like usual, she made French omelettes with cherry tomatoes and cinnamon baked hash brown, it was her Liam and Izzie's favourite Sunday breakfast, and like usual, she ran out to the backyard.

"Enough swimming, it's brunch time! I made your favourite Sunday breakfast!" she shouted as she opened the glass door to the backyard, only then, to find her green grass brown, wilted and uneven, her white orchids torn and scattered on the ground. Unlike every Sunday, her husband and her little angel was not in the pool, there was only the leaves floating on the surface of the water, which seemed more green than transparent.

Her mouth slipped the usual word "Oh."

It was then when she realised that it was noon, again, and her house was empty, again. It was the 6th day after her whole life caught on fire and burnt down. She had been struggling to believe she was now truly alone and the fire at ice-cream store that day took away her life long best friend and husband, her baby, angel and inspiration in her artwork, both at once.

Frustrated at herself, she threw the Sunday breakfast in the trash and hurried into her studio and got everything prepared for her to draw, but as she held up the brush, her hands shook and her head failed to think of ideas, she threw the brush to the corner of the room, ran out the couch and turn on the TV. The already inserted DVD with footage of her wedding, her honeymoon, her giving birth to Izzie, and their Christmas holidays, made the cold tears ran down her pale and skinny cheeks, which were results of her days in hell. She cried herself to sleep.

"Shush! Mommy's sleeping." Liam shouted at Izzie for throwing the crayon down the table, making a loud noise. He quickly to cover her with the blanket they bought together last summer in Mongolia.

"Daddy, why does mommy looks so sad?" Izzie questioned whilst wiping her mom's tears on the corner of her left eye.

"Baby, it's because she loves and misses us very much, she cannot see that we're still around her, she doesn't know that we will never abandon her no matter what happens. It's our turn to protect her as she has been the ones caring for us the most."

She forced open her eyes and sat up in a hurry, only to find everything was the way she left it, the TV was still on, the curtains still closed, the room still reeked of the smell of rotten food, the only difference was that the room was now dark, the only light source was from the large TV in front of her. She extended her arms over to the side table next to the couch to find the clock just when she found she touched something burning her fingers. As she looked over, she saw a mug of warm milk neatly placed on a piece of paper with the message:

"Drink this and sleep well Mrs. Kensley" written in purple crayons. She took a sip at the warm milk without thinking, and put her legs down the couch. As she felt a sudden rush of cold air across her feet, she looked down to find that green blanket from Mongolia that Liam was talking about in her subconscious dream, startled also at the mug she was holding. She took a long pause, then took another sip at her milk and went back to sleep, her face looked of relief and that was the first peaceful sleep she has had in days.

Her name was Alexandrina Kensley, she was an Art teacher at an elementary school, which her daughter also attends, purple was Izzie Kensley's favourite colour because it is also Alex's favourite colour and a mug of warm milk was what Liam Kensley made in replacement of an apology.

**This story is a little cliche, I know :(