A bead of sweat trailed down face to the corner of my mouth. I awoke one morning to the fragrant aroma of pancakes, butter, and bacon. The bacon smell had caused my stomach to growl and my eyes to pop open. It was so dark. My mouth had the texture of felt lining. I coughed to clear my itchy throat and squinted in the darkness. Cold glass leaned against my bare feet and something was stuck to my left hand. I tried to brace myself to get up from resting space but I inadvertently slid my arm with a hard thud as my knuckles collided with a hard wall. This time I tried using what was left of my abdominal muscles to sit up instead. As I raised my upper half off the carpeted floor, my head collided with what felt like a ton of hanging fabric. Realization finally hit me square in the mind's eye. I spent another bender in the closet again. "Please don't let there be vomit like last time..." I begged to an unseen entity. I wiped the slobber away from my parched lips. I could feel the skin of my lips peeling like worn out wallpaper. Rubbing the corners of both eyes to release the sandman residue, I inhaled the breakfast scents to arouse my senses. I yawn and peel myself off the carpeted floor and crawl out of my walk-in closet shaking my wedding dress off my right foot and sliding over all the scattered wedding photos while avoiding empty bottles of wine coolers and mini bar bottles that scattered the closet and my room. I straightened my pajamas before following my nose down the hall to the kitchen. I was glad to not have stairs in this floor plan or my klutzy drunken self would have died. My mother was standing in the kitchen in her night gown with her auburn locks of hair pulled gently back by a hair clip. She was dancing and singing while flipping strips of bacon in the cast iron skillet with her trusty stainless steel spatula with engraved wooden handle that said 'World's Greatest Mom' on it. "Mother..." I started off saying in her direction. "Good morning sleepy head. Feel like some breakfast?" she smiled back. "I think it's time for you to go back home. I appreciate you being here with me while Johnathon is at the hospital and with all the stress of the lawyers bickering. Since you've moved in with me I have gained so much wait that I can't fit my wedding dress anymore. It won't even go past my knees..." I whined at her. "No one forced you to shovel all that food into your mouth. When I make you a plate why don't you try eating only half of it now and save the other half for later like tomorrow?" she crooned back. Then gave a hearty laugh when she saw the look of disappointment on my face. She danced over to me and buried my face in a bear hug that suffocated my breathing. When she finally let go I gasped for air as she laughed and went back to cooking. Seconds later I had a plate of pancakes and plate of bacon with cheesy scrambled eggs. A mother's love. She knows I don't like my eggs touching the syrup. I smiled warmly and jumped up to squeeze her and peck at her cheeks until she became frustrated and ordered "Get off me!" annoyed to the point of smoking. If I reached her limit she would turn to her cigarettes and smoke one or two outside depending on her mood and the given weather. I smiled happily while consuming mother's love on a plate. When I finished I could feel my belly pouch pushing out. I let out a satisfied burp and waddled my full belly to the nearby fabric couch. Too lazy to walk around, I leaned over the back rest and tossed my body into the plush seating for a nap. I watched her finishing her smoke break through the glass door to the backyard until I drifted to sleep again.
