Read to Me

Chapter one- I smell pancakes

I felt the creases of the mattress under the sheets beneath my fingers as I slowly sat up in bed. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. Another day. The same as yesterday. My stomach rumbled signalling me to get some breakfast so I slid out of bed, not putting any socks or slippers on as I liked the feel of the wooden floorboards beneath my feet. I waked to my bedroom door feeling for a warm jacket to wear that hung off a hook on the door, then I felt around for my pair of track suit pants that lay at the end of my bed. I walked out of my room and toward the kitchen, my left hand trailing along the walls, even though I didn't need to; I knew my house like the back of my hand.

It was a good thing too, after the doctors I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs every time I walked into something. One day I did scream, my mother just put her arms around me and whispered in my ear until I calmed down. But after I yelled three times in one day my mother suggested anger management or a shrink. I locked myself in my room for two days after that.

I turned around the corner in the hallway and walked into the kitchen, where I could hear my mother making breakfast. It smelled like pancakes.

'Good morning sleepy head.' She said. 'What time is it?' I asked.

'Almost eleven.'

Huh. I thought to myself. Since going to the doctors I had taken to sleeping in later. I used to wake up as early as 6:30 and would go for a run for an hour or so. I haven't gone out much since the accident for fear of, well, bumping into something or getting lost. Plus I've been pretty much house-ridden by my mother as she's become much more protective. I don't blame her, really, I completely understand. In our house it's just me and her, plus our cat, Ludo; named after a character from a 80s movie Labyrinth.

I heard her put down a plate in front of me.

'I put maple syrup on the pancakes and rolled them up like wraps so they are easier to eat for you.'

'Thanks mum.'

'Anytime sweetheart. Now, I'm going to go and pick out some nice clothes and put them on your desk chair. We have some quests coming over tonight. That means I want you to be on your best behaviour. No swearing or sarcastic comments, okay?'

I sighed. 'Fine. Only because it's the most interesting thing to happen all week.'

‘Hey. Watch the sarcasm young man. Good behaviour remember. Who's the one that makes you pancakes!'

And so I began to wait for the guests in hopes that they would bring some entertainment.

Hey guys! So i've gone back and edited this chapter because there was a few spelling mistakes, sorry about that.