An evening of entertainment

With a glass of wine in hand you follow your mother back to the living room. As you set your glass on the small table next to the arm chair, your mother interrupts you, "Come sit next to me on the sofa."

As you get settled into the comfortable sofa, you take your first sip of wine while your mother turns up the volume on the TV. The movie is just starting. Its a spy flick, one you hadn't seen before, and soon enough find yourself getting engrossed in the plot, not to mention the excellent action scenes. The female lead and her male romantic interest are also both quite attractive. Before you know it, half an hour has passed and your mother takes both your wine glasses and returns shortly with two full ones. As she sits down, you tell her she didn't miss anything important and you return your attention to the film, taking a sip of the chilled white wine every minute or so.

Paying little attention to your consumption, you reach the bottom of your second glass shortly after and you do your best to follow the plot as the **** begins take effect.

"Natalie? Wake up baby."

You open your eyes to see your mother standing over you. She brushes your curly locks out of your face. "The movie's over sweetie, why don't you come up to bed?"

"Wha? Movees over?" you attempt to speak intelligently but only a slurred sentence fragment comes out.

"Let me help you up to bed sweetie," your mother says as she leans forward and wraps her strong arms under your armpits and around your back. "Up you go!" she says as she pulls you to your feet.

"Can you walk up the stairs?"

"Y-yeah" you answer, but your uncoordinated movements reveal your intoxicated state.

"Its okay baby, I'll get you to bed." Bending down to place one arm behind your knees, your mother scoops you up into her arms. You weren't that short or that light, but your mother was taller and much stronger than you. You wrap your arms around her neck as she begins walking up the staircase, her breathing heavy from exertion.

"Damn my girl isn't that light!" she laughs to herself as she reaches the landing half way up the stairs, doubting that you will remember any of this tomorrow.

Finally reaching your darkened bedroom, your mother plops you down on top of your covers, and half collapses on the bed next to you, needing a moment to catch her breath.

"I wuv you mommy," you manage to blurt out.

"Aww. I love you too baby. More than you'll ever know," she whispers softly in your ear as she arranges your pillows under you.

Your mother begins to clear away the mess of garments and shopping bags that littered your bed before lifting your body up a bit to pull the covers out from under you. She lowers your body back on to the mattress and a moment later you are out like a light.