I made up my mind and slowly approached Matt's bedroom. I could hear him snoring even though the door was closed. A habit he inherited from his father of course. I carefully opened the door. My son was fast asleep. This early in the morning not even a foghorn would be able to wake him up. Matt was pretty lazy, but he was a good boy. Not much of a man yet, still living with his mom.
I wondered sometimes if he would even leave the house before he turned thirty. I didn't fool myself into believing he wanted to leave, I was far to good for him. Maybe it was time to teach him how to manage on his own, or maybe give him more reason not to leave and spend some more time with his loving mother. Both options were tempting, although I preferred keeping him around the house for now.
Matt's body was only half covered by the blanket. He was only wearing his boxers, a perfect chance to do some experimentation with the remote.
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