to miss someone

I've been saying the same prayer each night since december.

Angel Of God ... Amen.
Dear God, Please protect me in my sleep, pls do not let me dream of ... and ....
Amen.

So far the prayer's effective, well, until last night.
I woke up in tears and frankly more hurt than angry. It felt like I scratched an old wound, like my heart broke all over again.
I sat at the corner of my bed for a while, then gathered my pillows, blankie and George and climbed into bed with my mother. she woke and put her arm around me.
No words.
No matter how old you get... you know my point.

I'm grateful to have a mother who treats me like an adult and a child at the same time.