This is going to be a really short story, but I'm very curious, so here it goes.
One early morning, I was sleeping. I woke up to the sound of my door opening, I didn't open my eyes because I thought it was mom who was checking up on me. I felt the presence coming closer and closer, but the whole time I didn't hear any footsteps. I continued to close my eyes, thinking that it was my mom. It touched my cheeks and patted my head with its cold hands and kissed me on the cheek before walking away. When I try to reach out to what I thought was my mother's hand, I didn't reach out to anything, but air. I opened my eyes and looked around my room. No one was there, I checked the time and it was 5 am. Somehow I managed to fall back to sleep until my mom woke me up.
Immediately, I asked her if she went into my room and gave me a kiss. She said no. I questioned her about dad, if my dad entered my room to give me a kiss on the cheek. But my mother said my dad was afraid of waking me up so he didn't enter my room at all. I looked into my mom and said, "You're not joking right? You seriously didn't enter my room and gave me a kiss?" She replied, "I'm not joking. I didn't give you a kiss on the cheek." I froze in confusion because there's only 3 family members in the house.
Now, I'm wondering who's the kiss from? And why am I not scared by it? I mean I should be because it's a random kiss from nowhere. I wasn't scared at all when it happened. I was positively sure it wasn't my mom or my dad because it happened again at night when I just fell asleep. At that time, the last person that went to bed was me.