Basketcase

Mother

Chapter Twelve

A itching tickle pricked the moistness of my throat, spitting up chokes of air. A croaking mumble escaped my lips as I crinkled my eyes before lumping over onto my stomach. I ducked my face into the pillow, relieving a spitting unconscious cough. Arching my head I sucked in a deep breath; my cheeks blowing up with air as another cough threatened to escape and threw myself back into the pillow. Several exhausting puffs blew from my system and I lied my head on my left ear, facing a webbing of hair, curling in my face. A string my drool clung to the messed hair and I broke it with my hand, smearing the rest on my lips to my cheek. Arching myself on my elbow, I crushed my left eye with my fist yawning tightly, glancing over to the cordless phone on the bed side. Well, I'm already awake. I shook my head, trudging out of the bed and I stumbled over a lonesome stick in the sheets. The shock pulled my forwards, my palms catching my falling self before colliding with the carpet. I huffed out a breath, finishing by crawling off and over to the side table. I blindly reached up, and clung to the phone, bringing it down. I stood as a body stirred silently rolling in the mixed sheets, and wandered off behind a counter in the kitchen. I fell into a squat and slid into a sit on the garnet. Grasping the phone in both hands, I dialled with my thumbs with much difficulty bringing the phone to my ear as I finished. She picked up on the second ring cheery as always chirping; "Hello," a broad smile visualized through her peppy tone so early.

My vision cleared glaring at the blank white in front of me."Morning," I croaked, clearing the build of mucus over night.

"Ryan!" she replied, her tone cheering in delight.

I smiled softly holding back a brief chuckle. "Hello," I acknowledged, waving faintly and slowing my action to the fridge.

"How'd the night go after I left?" she asked forwardly, a hidden desperateness bursting.

"Not too sure," I answered, leaning my head down into my lightly clenched fists and rubbing my eyes, "Think I may have fallen asleep."

"Fallen asleep?!" she accused in utter disgust, "How!" she continued her demands.

"Its a common need and desire, can't deny it," I replied smiling.

"Alright," she said in disappointment, "Anything else to report?" her tone brightening instantaneously.

"Report?" I repeated, pausing and pondering the balcony confusion, "Well, I have a question."

"Shoot," she encouraged.

I paused as the words became difficult to assemble. "What is a kiss like?"

The line seemed almost die a moment, maybe the astonishment or shock emitting or something else. "I guess warm, a little messy, but soft and gentle. Although, it really does depend on whom it is from, it varies from person to person," she explained, "Why the sudden interest?"

"I guess it was the same," I pondered, "Soft, light, almost imaginary really."

"What was?" she injected.

"I'm not sure," I replied in honest innocent confusion, "A kiss, I think."

"A kiss?" she repeated, "Excuse me?"

"Yes," I clarified.

"You kissed someone, Ryan?" she extended her neediness of explanation.

"Yes," I repeated.

"With who?" she asked, hiding her sense of laughter within words.

The name escaped me but remembered his hair; "Black," I said, "Black hair," my head nodded in agreement to my memory.