This is a TERRIBLY short I am throwing out in hopes that it will get me back in the mood to finish the several stories I have floating in my head. Hope you enjoy. Comments are welcome and appreciated!
It was late Friday night when I was awoken to the sound of the front door. My little Mikey was home. I say 'little', but in pretty much every way that was no longer the case. My soon to be nineteen year old son had led his team to State victory as the quarterback this year, giving him a full ride to college. Speaking of college, if I remembered right, he was returning from a date with one (or more) of the several college girls he was dating. I was quite proud of his success with 'the ladies', especially that he was able to entice older girls.
I thought of my handsome son as I heard him climb the stairs and fumble a bit in his room. I thought about how much he had changed this last year. How confident he had grown. How proud I was of him. How happy he made me.
I was jostled from my half asleep thoughts by my son's voice.
"Mom, are you awake?" He asked, not really trying to whisper.
"For you dear, of course I am."