I jerked awake to the sound of the front door closing.
“Daniel! I could use some help bringing in the groceries!” she yelled out from the kitchen.
Wiping my eyes clean, I sat up, “I’ll be right there, just hold on!” I pushed myself off the bed and stumbled toward the doorway.
As I emerged from the hallway, I saw Mom un-bagging the groceries in the open kitchen to my right. I walked over to her to tell her about the TV, but I guess she didn’t notice me, because when I put a hand on her shoulder, she just about jumped out of her skin.
“Jesus, Daniel. Don’t go around scaring your poor old mother like that,” she laughed out, dropping her gaze back down to the groceries.
“Sorry! I’ll go grab the rest of the groceries,” I declared, trailing my hand lightly across her auburn hair, from shoulder to shoulder as I walked past her.
I pulled on my boots and tucked my jeans into them. Grabbing the coat from the rack next to the door, I pulled open the gate to the winter wonderland. The cold air slapped me in the face, reminding me I should have put on the coat before venturing out.
A satisfying crunching sensation erupted from the snow with each step towards the car. I carefully stepped closer and closer to the back of the SUV, watching for any ice that might have been lying there, hidden. The wind was picking up and was burning my face as I fumbled around the trunk, trying to grab all the groceries at once. When I finally had all the groceries wrapped around my arms like I was showing off a wide selection of purses, I closed the trunk and ventured back inside, my arms were straining under their weight.
Pushing into the doorway, I kicked off my boots. I marched into the kitchen and set the groceries down on the counters. Mom slid the hanging bags from my arms and the relief was instant. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek before continuing to un-bag the groceries.
“Thanks, Sweetie. I really appreciate it, it’s pretty ice-cold out there, huh?”
I walked back to the door and shut it tight, “It really is. Wind’s picking up too,” I said, pulling off my coat.
I hung my coat back on the rack and walked into the living room, which was directly to the right when you walk through the door. The kitchen and the living room were both open and kind of merged into one room, the only real divider being the open-wall in the kitchen. I fell back onto the loveseat that sat in front of our fireplace.
“So what should we do now that the TVs are out of whack?” I inquired, “It’s getting darker outside.”
“How about some hot chocolate?” she asked from the kitchen.
I turned my body and looked over my shoulder at her, she was already making it.
“That sounds delicious, Mom!” I joyfully asserted.
I couldn’t help but admire her body while she made the drinks, her tight clothing displaying the curvy figure that lay just underneath. Her wide hips were a sight that blessed my thoughts many a night. She wasn’t a fat woman by any means, every bit of weight went to her thighs, bosom, and bottom. Her tiny waist almost looked unhealthy when compared to the rest of her body. Her auburn hair looked like it could set ablaze at any moment. She really did have the perfect body, to me, at least.