Literature
17- It all Ends
17-It all Ends
I ambled down my stairs, still in my pajamas.
My mother was sitting at the table sipping at her coffee and reading over the latest for-closure files.
“Good morning, darling, how are you feeling?” she asked, smiling warmly at me.
“Aside from the underlying feeling of extreme dread, pretty good,” I replied, walking to the pantry to find some cereal.
All of the options were four months expired.
“Uh, mom…” I began.
“We’ll go get some donuts once your friend wakes up, he’s asleep on the couch,” she answered, reading my face.
I seriously considered running int