You look around and see the fuzzy pink slippers, oh shit; your mom has fuzzy slippers. You look up and see a giant hand with long red nails loom over you and then SQEEZ as they wrap around your body. You feel like you’re in a vice grip and are shacked mercilessly as you are carried into the house. Then you feel a violent SMACK against something you can’t tell because it was so fast.
Megan wakes up and yawns. Sundays are good days to just sit back and relax, read the paper, drink your coffee. She casually slips on her slippers and slides on her bathrobe. She goes by James’ room. The door is open and he isn’t inside, “Oh well must have slept over at a friend’s,” she says to herself absentmindedly. First things first as she goes down stairs and to the front door to pick up the paper. She sees it on the walk and reaches down to scoop it up. “AWWW,” she yawns again and taps the paper on her hips to nock the morning dew off the plastic wrap. Megan drops the paper on the kitchen table and goes to the counter to make some coffee.
You feel yourself being lifted up and then released with the sudden loss of the vice grip pressure. You go falling through the air and SLAMB you hit a hard surface. You feel like your bones should be broken, aw shoot this is all real you scream in your own mind. Then you with some strange vision you can see a giant figure a few feet away. It is your mom, “MOM, HELP PLEAS…” you scream but she just ignores you and hums something to herself.
You lay on the table like this for was feels like forever and then your mom turns and approaches you. She sets a hot mug of coffee next to you and then you are once again shot into the sky and you feel the wrap being lifted. It is like being on a really bad rollercoaster as you are knocked this way and that.
You finally stop and are looking right into your mother’s face. This was too weird; this is total invasion of privacy. You try yelling again but no good. You see with horror as your mom’s giant hands take a side of you and rip you open, or it feels like your being ripped open. “OOOOHHHHH…” you scream but no one hears or cares.
Megan opens up the paper and crosses her legs as she sits in the chair. She rests the bottom of the paper on her knee and she sub-consciously plays with her left slipper jostling her crossed legs. She continues humming some tone she couldn’t get out of her head. There the sections on style, a new hair style was in fashion for middle aged women. Also the mall had new sails. Might be worth looking at. She also saw the Sunday movie listings at the theater. Maybe she and Ally could go see a movie, James too if he would like to come,” she thought to herself, probably not, he is always going off on his own. She runs her index finger down the list of movies.
You feel like your insides are being opened to the cold wind and its gets worse when you see your mom’s finger trace down you’re face, or whatever is facing up at the time. You also feel like your straddling something that is moving up and down which makes you kind of sick.
This continues for some time as your mom turns the pages your face always seems to be looking up at her. It stops being painful finally and just uncomfortable…on many levels, one of which is that your mothers robe is opening at the top and you are closer than any teenage son should be to his mother’s breasts. Then comes the thing you knew you were dreading. You watch in slow horror as your mom picks up some scissors and the pointed end comes right for you.
Megan folds some pages over and taking the scissors slowly and carefully cuts out several coupons for several stores. She is completely s oblivious to James’ screams of agony. “Oh, here’s another one.” SNIP, SNIP.
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