What Am I Supposed to Do?

I am on an island. The air stirs on the waves, swirling over and around, rustling the trees in the jungle that stretched behind my back.

Rows of palm trees are planted on my left with ample greenery full of pine trees and Indian Rosewood, and to my right is a fall that never ends.

I am with a serpent who looks down with nothing but satisfying contentment in her orbs.

A manly hand strokes my head. Snapping my head, I come face-to-face with someone I do not recognize. He is a bluehead male—tall, extremely pale and lean with a witty smirk on his face.

The duo beams at me with parental affection. For a moment, the time stills as we look at each other. The couple’s smiles broaden the longer the time stretches.

‘Mommy?’ The words fly out of my mouth. Instantly, my palm cup over my mouth. I mumble the word one more time in disbelief. I have never used it aloud. At least, I do not remember using it aloud.

My shivering gaze flickers over the female who nods at me with unshed tears