Creating a fetishized new world order, of course

Sam grins from ear to ear as a mischievous glimmer runs through his eyes, "I just had a great idea, you head home and we'll meet back up tomorrow"

"Seriously? You're gonna call me from across town just to-" He's already sitting at his desk, fully focused on writing something. Realizing you won't be able to reach him at this point you sigh and head out. While walking towards the front door you spot Sam's mom watching TV in the living room. While she isn't abusive by any means, she was never very passionate about raising Sam. You step out of the door and into the cool evening air.

When you step into your home you hear your mothers sweet voice coming from down the hall,

"You're back already?"

You reply as you hang up your coat "Yeah, he just needed help with one thing"

You turn to see her approaching you, it's amazing that a woman like her created someone as average as you. She's a shapely woman who's smile can brighten a room, she's also somehow aging like wine. She gives you a warm hug and then turns back towards the hall "You caught me right as I was going to bed"

"This early?"

"Yeah, I need to get to work early tomorrow"

You nod as she walks out of view, she's been a secretary at some mega corporation for years now, her own passive nature getting in the way of her receiving any sort of promotion. After all that walking you yourself are feeling a bit tired, you go to your room and lie in bed, wondering what tomorrow Sam is creating.