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I cannot remember a time when I last slept so deeply and felt so safe.
Most of the memories of my life before my mother met and married Doc Addams are a blur. All I have are small memories of that time, like the smell of her body and her warmth wrapped around me as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
She always smelled like mint and fresh-cut wildflowers.
Waking up next to Sylvester feels so similar, but different in so many ways. Firstly, I do not remember ever sleeping with my mother nude. Nor did she have biceps large enough to be pillows. Or a downy chest to warm my face. She didn't smell like evenings resting by a fire while drinking green tea. And she didn't purr contentedly like a giant cat while she slept.
And yet both moments feel like home.
But I shouldn'
