I was laying on my bed in a post-orgasmic bliss. I was borderline awake, and I was planning on letting sleep taking over me any minute now. I glanced at the clock right real quick and it was 2:30. I planned on sleeping for an hour and a half. Leaving me enough time to actually get ready and look somewhat good..and then it happened..sleep. Peaceful and very welcome. 

I awoke to my phone ringing and I looked down at it and it said ‘home’. Great. I could only be two people..my dad or my mom. Both I really didn’t want to talk to..but I REALLY didn’t want to talk to my dad. My mom would be a quick conversation but my dad would drag it out. I didn’t have time for that right now. 

I looked down at my phone again. 5:30. SHIT! I really didn’t have time for that. I ran down the hall to the shower and hopped in. I didn’t bother washing my hair because it still look somewhat decent. It was probably the quickest shower of my life. I was in and out in about 3 minutes flat. I ran back to my room and stood in from of my closet looking for something that would look good for someone that looks good all the time. I looked down at my phone again and it said ‘one missed call, one new voicemail.’ I decided to listen to it because it would be easier to listen now and call them back tomorrow. 

“Hey honey, its dad. I just wanted to call and see how your week is going. Call me when you get the time. I really want you to come over soon for Sunday dinner. Alright, well I have to go. Bye honey. Love you.”

Ugh. As much as I disliked talking to my dad on the phone because it took so long, I do love him. But my mom..I love her..but I really really don’t like going over to my house for dinner..because my mom would be there. 

I reach in my closet for some comfy low cut jeans and a v neck. I’m just going over to her house..how formal can it be? I slip my clothes on and grab some flip flops and put a little bit of make up on. I look at myself in the mirror and if I do say so myself I look damn good. I grab my phone and keys and I’m off.