His Obsession

Chapter 5

"Honey," a hand lightly shook me. "Honey, wake up."

I woke up to see my mom already dressed for the day with a smile on her face. Wait,it's Sunday. Why would she wake me up this early in the morning?

"Mom,it's Sunday. I don't have class today." I said while rubbing my eyes.

"I know honey. I just wanted to spend the day with you since I've been working long shifts this whole week. What do you say?"

I smiled at the thought of spending a day together. I could tell she really wanted this. I couldn't blame her,we haven't had mother-daughter quality time. I bet she has a list of things to do in her mind as of now.

I took off the covers from my body and lifted my torso up with the help of my elbows.

"Where to?" I asked earning a hug from my overly excited mom.

"I have a whole list in my mind of things we can do!"

I was right. One point for the daughter that knows her mom very well.

"It's 8:10, so you have time to shower and get ready.In the meantime,I will be cooking breakfast." She said as she got off my bed.

Once she left,I went to the bathroom where I begin to get ready for the day. After coming back from the bathroom, I opened the window and instantly felt a cold breeze. Sweater weather again? Awesome. I own thousands of sweaters. I'm exaggerating. I own about 24. Sweaters are my obsession. After deciding a sweater,I began dressing myself in dark blue jeans with a gray wool sweater, along with a pink scarf and a pair of white converse. I then styled my hair into a side fishtail braid leaving a few strands in the front out. I grabbed my phone along with my purse and made my way downstairs. The scent of buttermilk pancakes hit my senses.

"I don't think I can get tired of this smell," I said closing my eyes while taking a sniff of the air. "I love it."

My mom laughed at my statement. "I'm glad you love it. Now, here's your plate." She said handing me a stack of pluffy pancakes.

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"Maci,do you think my butt looks better with these jeans or these?" My mother asked modeling her options.

"Oh mom," I giggled.

"What? A single lady like me needs to show off her features. I need to wow people." She said snapping her fingers.

I couldn't stop laughing. My mom was acting like a teenager. She's so cute when she does. It's hilarious.

I rolled my eyes,"You're such a diva."

"I think I'm going to buy both pairs." She said smiling at her reflection. "Honey,why don't you go look something for yourself. You've helped me now help youself."

"Okay,I'll be back in a few."

I grabbed my bag and walked out of the dressing room. I went to my department and started searching for my obsession, sweaters. As, I was looking through the rack I felt eyes on me. It was the same feeling I felt when I was at the parking lot after the football game. When I turned my head left and right no one was there. When I looked behind me I only saw a woman with her child. Why am I suddenly feeling like this?

I brushed the feeling once again and continued searching for sweaters.

I couldn't find any sweaters I liked, however, I found two t-shirts that were really cute. Once we paid for the clothing, we left and drove to a craft store.
After that, we drove to a small cafe for lunch.