Getting warmer

Tossing you unceremoniously onto the couch, your mom takes a moment to catch her breath before kicking off her shoes. You lie still on the couch, slightly dizzy and clothes disheveled. Both feet hang up and over the sofa's arm while your head rests on the middle cushion, hair dangling down towards the floor.

"Take off my shoes too," you order your mom in your **** state. She sets down her purse on the hallway table before slipping off your tennis shoes and carrying them to the closet. When she returns to the living room she finds you still lying there.

"You okay, sweetie?" she asks. "I'm great!" you answer, staring at the ceiling as you speak.

"Do you want me to help you get up to bed?"

"Noooooo. I'm not tired," you whine.

"Okay, okay. Well what do you want to do then honey?"

"I dunno," you answer. After pausing a moment you blurt out, "My back hurts."

Your mother answers, attempting to provide a sensible answer to your drunken statement, "Do you want some ibuprofen? Maybe you are still getting used to your body."

"Or do you want a back massage?"

"Yesssss please," you answer.

"Well I can't do a proper job here. Can you make it up the stairs?"

You attempt to swing your legs off the arm rest and onto the floor, but in the process your butt slowly slides off the couch until you come to rest on the floor.

"Well so much for that...grab my hands," she says, grabbing your wrists as you hold out your hands and pulling you up to your feet. Jane supports you with a hand on each of your shoulders as you walk slightly ahead her, towards the stairs and gradually up them. Steering you by your shoulders, she leads you into the master bedroom. You let yourself collapse on top of the silky blue duvet. As high as the bed sits off the floor, your legs dangle off the side of the bed, your toes suspended a few inches from the floor.

Your mother removes all the pillows from the bed's head, setting them aside before grabbing both your ankles and swinging them up onto the bed and rotating you 90 degrees, your head now pointed towards the bed's foot.

"Now let's get that dress off you."