She feel her move her head down and look at you. "What? Is that you?" She asks. You remain quiet, then finally answer, "Yes Mom, it's me. You forgot it was me in the morning and I didn't want to ruin it." "Well, I have to leave you on for the rest of the day, so you're lucky this time." She whispers. She gets back to work, periodically scowling at you. Once the day is finished, she gets back into her car and drives home, where she quickly heads up into her room and takes you off and puts on a new bra. "You were very lucky that ONE time. I am going to keep you in a separate drawer from now on." She scolds as she puts you into her sock drawer. You sigh, knowing that if you hadn't made a noise, you would've been home free.