I woke up with light shing through my window. I smiled and stretched like one of those fake commercials where people wake up smiling. I got out of bed and slid my slippers on, then slowly made my way down to the kitchen. My mom was already awake brewing us some tea and adding on to a plate of an ever growing tower of pancakes. She was listening to one of her old record albums and singing to herself as she worked.
As if she felt my presence she turned around and gave me a smile as I entered the kitchen. “Good morning Dear.” I gave her a smile back and pulled up a seat at the counter. “Morning mom.” Suddenly I felt a hand prodding at my mind and I quickly pushed it out, slamming up my mental shields. She shook her head and tsk’d “You should have already had them up dear.”
“I know, I’m jus
