Saturday,
Dusk, 6:00 a.m, (before the game)
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"honey you up?" Mom yells while nearing my bedroom door, I groan and turn onto my side while snuggling against the mattress. Hmmmm, this bed felt too hard to be a be-I jump up and look around, what was I doing on the floor with the light on? and then the realization hits hard and I'm not too fast enough to pretend I was sleeping on my bed "what are you doing on the floor?" Mom finds me on the ground distraught with slob hanging out of the side of my mouth, she stands in the threshold looking at
me with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion
"uuuuh Yoga?" I lie lifting my leg up in an imitation of the exercise
"Yoga?" she repeats
"yeah"
"you look like you were sleeping"
"it's like a meditation relaxation kind of thing, so maybe"
"oh" she says with a smirk "anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I'm going out to get some groceries for
breakfast, you wanna come?"
"no I'll just stay here, and take a nap"
"you sure? I'll be back at 10"
"yeah, I'm sure"
"what you want? Waffles or..."
"waffles"
"ok...I'll be right back, behave my honey bun"
"moooom" I groan at her turned back as she walks away
"Sorry honey I couldn't resist!!!" she yells out to me as she makes her way downstairs, and once She
does the last thing I can hear is the front door slam, the click of a car door being opened, keys, the
ignition starting then silence, as my mother drove off to the grocery store, and that's when all of a
sudden the memory replays in my head of what happened last night and I instantly regret not going with
my mom, I shrug off the thought and decide to take a nap like I promised I would do.
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