The next morning, I'm jolted awake by the sun glaring through the blinds. I lay still for a moment and listen as I hear Momma downstairs humming along to a Reba McIntire song on the radio. Just like old times, although this time, it's not annoying to me; in fact, I missed it. I jump up and dash down the steps to watch her prance around the kitchen, "Rise and shine, sleepyhead." She says once she notices me standing in the doorway.
"Hey Momma, what time is it?"
"Half-past noon," she says.
I stretch my arms up over my head and yawn, "Lord, I slept a good while."
"Nothing out of the ordinary for you, dear. You may want to look into a second shift job." She says.
"Nah... I'm much better, actually. If I worked a second shift job, that would eat up my whole day because I'd get up around
