DEATH WISH - j.hale

ALL MY LOVE - 19

SUNDAY MORNING came just too early in Sara's opinion. After a full night of very little sleep, she felt as groggy as ever when she felt someone pounce on her.

"Wake up, Sara." She softly said, tickling the girl beneath her. The smooth voice oddly brought comfort to the young girl, yet she let out a groan of annoyance anyways.

"Mom, it's like — 6:00, isn't it?" She asked, her eyes scrunching tightly shut in an attempt to block out the light shining through her room.

"Mmhm. It's actually 8:30, sweetie." She replied, her body collapsing right next to her daughter. She covered herself with the warm flower-covered comforter and wrapped an arm around Sara's body.

This was actually normal in the Adam's house. When Sara had been growing up, her mother would usually join her and snuggle with her, preferring to wake her up herself. The younger girl didn't mind, actually enjoying the company of her mother.

"I missed you, mom." She mumbled quietly, glancing at the older woman laying beside her.

"I missed you too, honey. I thought I would have stayed until Monday, but we got lucky. We were able to actually finish the brain surgery early," she said happily, smiling at her daughter. "Well, that's good."

Anna hummed in response, staring up at the ceiling above them. Sara did the same, feeling slightly awkward.

Finally, Anna sat up, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at her sleepy daughter. "Get up, lazy! I'll make some breakfast. Eggs and toast, your favorite," she added with a wink, jumping off the bed and switching the light on and off repeatedly.

"Jesus Christ, woman, you're gonna give me a seizure," Sara muttered, pulling the blanket over her face to block out the flashing lights.

Another pillow hit her.

"Wake up!"

-

Crosby, Stills, and Nash was playing soothing throughout the kitchen as Sara made her way downstairs. She wore a pair of grey sweatpants and a black KISS band t-shirt, throwing her thick hair into a messy bun. She could still feel the effects of only a few hours of sleep, grogginess taking over her body as she moved over into the cupboard.

"Ugh! David Crosby's voice is so beautiful," her mother gushed, scrabbling some eggs in a bowl as she hummed along with the song. Southern Cross blasted throughout the kitchen, filling the small room with the gentle melody of the three harmonic voices.

Sara raised her eyebrows, pulling a bag of green tea out of the box. "I don't know, mom — Graham Nash's voice easily tops David's."

Anna turned sharply to glare at her daughter, playfully punching her shoulder. "You're just saying that because you have a massive crush on him — and let me remind you that he is sixty - fucking - five."

The teenage girl started a pot of boiling water, feigning a hurt look towards her mother. "Oh my god, quit it. He was a cutie in the '60s and '70s. You can't even deny it."

Anna rolled her brown eyes, dumping the eggs onto two plates. "You wanna talk about cute rockstars? Let's talk about Davy Jones from the Monkees."

She handed Sara her plate, sending a smirk over to her daughter. "I'm happy we can finally agree on a cute musician. Didn't grandma, like, date him back in 1967?"

Her mother nodded, eating a forkful of eggs. "Yeah, but they broke up after that one fan mailed herself to him. She realized just how awful it was to date a famous person."

Sara choked slightly at her words, her eyebrows raising. "A fan mailed herself to him?"

Anna nodded, chuckling lightly. "Yep. The Monkees were huge, babe."