It was the weekend following my graduation, and I was just laying around in bed, being my usual lazy self. I looked over at my alarm clock and lightly whined. Even at noon, I still felt tired and wanted to just go back to sleep. I turned my head back, and rolled over in bed, getting my head comfy atop my pillow. Not like I had anything else to do, I hadn't decided on my life yet. I figured I would just enjoy mooching off my folks until they kicked me out because of course, I had nowhere else to go. Without a job, and no more than about a hundred dollars in graduation money, that wouldn't get me far. With that in mind, as I rolled over on my pillow, I began to close eyes, to further my slumber, but of course, there was a distraction. My eyes looked over to my door, at the rattling knob. The door swung open, and I held up my hand to shield my eyes from the harsh hallway light. But there she was, standing in my doorway with a determined look on her face, my mother.
"Bradley, get up and use the bathroom, and meet me downstairs, we need to talk." She stood there for about 30 seconds afterword, but it felt like minutes. I kept nodding my head, but she wasn't having it. "I said get up, don't make me drag you downstairs with my own two hands, because I will," she said. She just shook her head, took a deep breath, and shut the door with enough force to hear it echo through my room.
I decided I might as well do as she said, and even though I really wanted to just sleep for a few more hours, I got up and around. I used the bathroom, threw a pair of gym shorts over my boxers, and exited my room. Still rubbing my eyes trying not to look directly up at the hall light, I made my way down the stairs. The wooden steps were a tad chilly on my feet, but I knew there was some carpet in the living room, so I pushed through and made my way down.
I approached the living room, and immediately saw my mother sitting on the couch, looking at me with the same look she gave me upstairs, eyebrows raised, and arms crossed. I watched as her arm folded out towards me, and gestured me over. "Come, sit down," she said while patting the cushion next to her.
"Can I at least eat breakfast first? I'm hungry," I asked, as I looked over the fridge. I looked over at the fridge and took one step before she stopped me.
"No, you will come and sit down beside me like I just asked you to." Her hand smacked the couch cushion beside her again, harder than before. She clearly had sometimes important to say, so I made my way over. Avoiding eye contact I approached the couch and sat down beside her, awaiting further details.
