You're Different and that's extraordinary

III: Put me down

I hate getting showers.

It's hard enough sitting and washing up.

But getting a shower sitting down with a cast you can't get wet is terrible.

I can't even do it by myself my mom has to help me and it takes forever.

And after I finish she insists on playing board games like Sorry and trouble but I'm just too exhausted put on a movie and crawl into bed falling asleep within minutes.

But to night was different I couldn't find a comfortable spot anywhere I just kept tossing and turning. Eventually got to tired to even do that laying on my stomach with my eyes closed.

I heard the door open with a small creek a little while longer. I have to have the door closed to be able to sleep it's a weird fetish of mine, when the door is open and I can see into the dark hallway I feel like something is going to come out and grab me. Foot steps follow the creek along with the soft squish of the mattress being sat on.

I knew it was my mom so it didn't bother me, but I still wondered what she was doing this late. But she obviously didn't know I was still awake.

She stroked my hair softly,"Oh Will I really hope you'll be happy here I know things have been hard for you but I really think you can meet some nice guy and be happy, because you deserve it more than anyone" I feel a tear splatter on my check and her soft fingers wipe it off.

I heard the door shut softly and sat up thinking about what she had said. My mind kept drifting back to one part, 'meet some nice guy' did she know? I was debating whether or not I should ask her about it when the door opened again.

"What's wrong baby?" her face full of concern.

"Can't sleep" I say.

"Sorry baby, do you want me to get you some sleeping pills?"

"No can we just sit on the couch and watch some TV" I ask waiting to be denied it was at least two in the morning and the living room was on the other end of our big house.

"Course we can do that" even more surprising than her saying yes, instead of getting my chair she scooped me up in her arms and walked out the room.

"Mom," I laugh," You couldn't just use my chair?"

She gasps loudly," Did you just laugh? Six months without so much as a smile and my son son's laughing?"

"Yeah can you put me down" I try to have a straight face.

"Nope you wanted to go to the living room and were going to the living room" she beams.

"I still don't like this it makes me feel weak" I cross my arms.

"Awe come on if someone offered to carry me I would jump at the offer"

"Well I ain't jumping nowhere I don't like being carried like I weight five pounds"

"Well you defiantly don't weight five pounds I think you need to eat less, chubby" she pokes my stomach after setting me down on the large leather sectional my feet resting on her thighs.

"Mom, I'm not chubby I'm perfectly normal" I complain,"How long till I can get this thing off" I ask waving my arm around.

"Still three more weeks fatty" she says.

"That's even worse than cubby" I yawn.

"Sounds like someones tired" she teases wiggling my toes since I had neglected to put socks on.

"No I'm perfectly awake" I yawn again.

"Sure you are" she rolled my foot around.

She played with my feet and moved my legs often for a couple of reasons:
1.) it helps my legs from loosing muscle
2.) She knows my feet are ticklish and I can move my legs away.

Her touching my feet didn't really bother me I was too tired if anything it relaxed me as I drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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Sorry this one was shorter than the others I just don't want this one to go to fast.
Peace Out
-Mandi