I asked mom to wake me up on Sunday morning as I’ve grown accustomed to “snoozing” my alarm. I needed some extra motivation to go out for a jog in the early hours.
I remember sleeping on my stomach and waking up to her hands running through my hair. I turned around and greeted her with a smile and stayed there for a while, soaking it all in. I was only covered by my sheets as I had taken off my boxers at night. When it came to get up, I rolled out of bed and nonchalantly stood in front of her, while rubbing my eyes and asking her if she’d care to join me for the job. While she was distracted for a moment, she politely refused since she had to take care of some chores.
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