Slow Transformation

You head to bed and hear Luke across the hall mumbling in his sleep. Turning in your giant empty bed you easily fall to sleep, despite the noise.

You wake up to your alarm clock. Because of the love you decided to take a short break from work. But you still keep the hours to make sure you don’t get too used to not working. You put on some PJs.

You hear the door of Luke’s room open. Strange, you think, he typically sleeps in most days. The shower turns on and you hear him singing a little bit through the door, but can’t make out the words.

You start cooking up dinner when you hear your son’s heavy foot falls coming down the stairs. You turn around with a plate full of scrambled eggs and bacon to see your son. But there are some minor changes.

Luke is wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and pj bottoms. But the t-shirt is more loose than usual and his brown hair is a lot more shaggy. You think it must have grown an inch or more overnight. Though what facial hair he did have was gone, shaved you think, though you don’t see any stubble.

“Morning, dad,” he says with a hint of positivity. “Breakfast smells wonderful.”

“You feeling alright, Luke?” You ask.

“Never better,” Luke says taking the plate. He begins eating quickly, but slows down. Using his fork a lot more delicately than normal. “That bed... I had such a good nights rest.”

“Glad to hear,” you say, grabbing your own plate. “Any plans for the day?”

“I don’t know, I saw a lot of the neighborhood. It’s pretty nice.”

“I thought you said it was a shithole?”

“Did I?... You know I can’t remember why I’d say something like that.”

You nod realizing what Dante said was coming to pass.