Mom’s Wake Up Stare

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“Are you awake?” she asks.

“I am now.”

“Oh, ok.”

She continues to stand there and stare me more awake.

“Did Donuts cry?”

(Donuts is the cat who recently had a stroke and is now “crazy.”)

“A little.”

She still stands there.

“What are you going to do today?”

“I don’t know…call Rebecca and Emily (my friends).”

“Well, there’s frozen waffles in the refrigerator.”

“Thanks Mom.”

“Ok, bye.”

I am never going back to sleep.

Just for today, I am spending the holidays with family.