The Invisible Hand

I turned on my side, trying in vain to find the elusive position in which I could finally sleep. It wasn't my body that wouldn't cooperate, though, it was the thought of my lost mother that forced my eyes open night after night. I could see in my mind's eye the headlights of the semi growing larger as it approached. They blinded me, then...darkness. I could feel warm tears streak down my face. Then, through my blanket I felt the impression of a hand. There room was empty, save for me, but I wasn't alarmed. Then I rested at last.