On a long trip back home.

Being in a nice Mercedes-Benz with your mother on a trip you don't know how long has its pros and cons.

Positively, you get to spend some quality time with the leather and suede interior of the car against your bare skin and against the getup you have on. Also, you get a front row view of every single thing outside of the vehicle.

Negatively, you have nothing in common or the fact that you don't know what kind of relationship you have with your mother or anybody else for the matter. You don't even know why she is so concerned about you. For all you know, you could just be a simple college girl who suddenly slipped into a coma. Now tired of being in silence and just to pass some time while driving, your mother tries to start a conversation with you.

"So how you been?" she struggles with letting that one question out of her mouth

"How do you think I been? I been in a coma for Chrissakes!" you let out a sudden yelp.

"Poor girl, that boy mustn't done something terrible to you now that you are in this rebellious state," your mother sympathizes.