Wake her with a kiss.

Carefully, Alvin clambers into her bed and leans forward. Her breath tickles his face as he draws closer to her mouth. He is within mere inches when Alisa opens her eyes. "Al?" She calls him by their shared nickname, completely surprised. Alvin too is caught by surprise with her unexpected arousal. "Mom..." Alvin whispers under his heavy breathing. Unsure about what his next action, Alvin is frozen in place. There is a sense of fear that falls over him when he finally realize the situation he is currently in. Throwing himself off his mom, he now rests on her hips. "I... Uh..." Spinning his head around the room, he tries thinking of a way to get out of this terrible position. However, he quickly comes to the conclusion: there is no way out.

Once again, Alvin's eyes align with Alisa's and he watches as she raises herself up with her elbows. "Weren't you going to kiss me?" Her response was unexpectedly without acrimony. She looks at Alvin expectantly, and that's when he notices her eyes are dull, empty. It was as if they had been drenched in bleach and forever blinded. Yet, the way she follows his gaze insists she retains her vision. "Are you okay?" Alvin asks, fearful for his mother's well-being. "Of course, sweetie. Why wouldn't I be, when your here to protect me?" This was definitely not the woman whom he remembers raising him. Then again, the same could be said about him with his actions before.

With the situation now out of hand, he does not know how to continue. Alvin's mother stares at him, ready to accept his love, but his mind tells him that the whole idea of kissing her is wrong, and then there is another part of him wanting to go further than just a simple peck on the lips.