The numb feeling I felt stuck in during the course of last nights events turned out to be a blessing in disguise, and I found this out the hard way this morning.
I woke up being shaken gently back and forth, time to get up sweetie my mothers voice said to me. "Don't call me that" I grumbled.
Come down for breakfast she said ignoring my comment. Taking me by my hand it was instantly apparent it wasn't a choice, what also wasn't a choice was being fully aware of an uncomfortable tightness in my pants and a weird, soft unfamiliar feeling material firmly holding my junk in place. And as she led me out of my room I noticed I had different bedding on I have no clue when we got light green bedding.
It was cooler then usual in the house this morning despite noticing that the thermostat was sat at the same it always has been. As I was dragged down the stairs I could not escape this feeling of bareness and I didn't know what was causing it. I also could not seem to shift my weight in anyway while I walked that didn't make me feel my stomach being exposed to the air of the house by my shirt raising up just to my belly button every time my arms raised even a little past resting. I thought yesterday this was one of my older t shirts from when I was younger but that's not true because it just fits way to weird, so baggy and yet somehow it was clearly too short. I've never experienced that with one of my shirts before.
My mom sat me at the table, and presented waffles strawberries and yogurt. I usually don't eat any meals and if I do it's just dinner. What a weird combination of foods, and what small proportions and I made a sarcastic comment out loud about how filling this looks but I was just ignored by both mom and Nicole.
The only breaks in the silence of breakfast was Nicole trying to create conversation with me about stuff I just did not give a fuck about.
I just wanted to eat, and I ate fast.
"Owen slow down enjoy your food"
I eat fast mom that's never been a problem before leave me alone.
She quickly responded to me "Match pace with me or your sister, it's healthier for your digestive system to eat slower honey" .
Clearly this is just another power trip for my mom but I just decided to do it anyway and avoid the trouble of arguing with her.
So now I'm sitting here at breakfast slowly nibbling and picking at waffles, I don't know how either of them eat like this. It took what felt like 5 minutes to finish a single strawberry. Nicole set it down at one point, apparently a single strawberry which I could eat in groups of 3 with a single bite needed a fucking break. I kept my patience and just rolled my eyes to myself.
Nicole started talking to me about some romance movie some dude named harden apparently he's "like really hot" was all I could recall because of how much she blabbered on about him.
I don't know why she thought I was the right audience for this topic but she talked to me so eagerly and enthusiastically about it that when she said "we should watch it for movie night sometime"
I just said yeah ok sounds interesting Nicole.
I fully intend to never honour that. the idea of watching some gay little chick flick caused me to cringe physically.
As we finally finished eating and I was handed my new vitamins I started chewing them down and the decided to ask my mom about the weird sensations.
"Mom I think I might be allergic to something you put in the bath, I can feel my clothes brushing on my skin much more then I usually do."
Oh that's silly honey, your just not use to being so clean. She said so mattered of fact that even tho I didn't a hundred precent believe her I just accepted it as her answer.
Scratching my ear gave me a new question.
Ow what the heck!
Why does my ear still hurt so much.
Owen honey we talked about this yesterday, actions or rather failure to act, has consequences. You don't take proper care of yourself, you had such a build up of ear wax built around even the outside of your ear, that where it built up the most was solid and the solution is the result of your current pain.
Something was up but I don't know what.
Or I didn't until a few hours later.
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Oblivious
RandomOwen is a pretty lazy boy, failing to take care of himself his mother steps into help, her methods of doing so seem weird enough to him but what Owen doesn't know is what else she is slowly doing to him.
