I woke up, to the smell of breakfast. i was alone in the bed, i had my pjs on. did last night realy happen? it seemed so sureal. maybe i should see a psychiatrist about my strange imaginations.
i looked to the cooking area and saw my mom baking something, i tried to see if lastnight was real, but she wore a skirt, with nothing showing.
i walked over to her. "good morning mom, how are you?"
"i feel great, eggs will be ready in 2, help urself to some coffee in the meantime" she said motioning to a mug sitting on the table.
i grabbed the mug and drank a few sipps. when i turned around my mom was watching me with a goofy smile, and a tent in her skirt,
wait a tent in her skirt.