Substitute-d.

She woke up perspiring to the core. Getting accustomed to the sudden introduction of light, she reached out to her bedside table for water. That's when she realized the other side of the bed was vacant. She hopped out and started calling 'Mom? Mom? Mom, where are you?'

Mom came into the room with a handkerchief wiping her already puffed, red and swollen eyes. Poured water from the bottle, patting her back.

That's when, glass dropped  of the her hand waking her up for real, from the dream.

Since the time, she left her abode, all she wished to have mother beside her. But all she had, the pillow. Beside her.