You wake up.

The next morning you find yourself in your mother's bed, alone and naked. You have very no recollection of what had happened the night prior. After failing to remember, you decide to get out of bed and get dressed, a defeated man. You pick out your most casual clothes and make your way downstairs; the smell of breakfast entering your nostrils. Cheese covered eggs, strips of bacon, and a side of oatmeal was what you found. Your favorite. Over by the oven stood your mother with a smile.

"Morning, 'Ma." you said, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"Morning, Honey."

"Say, do you know what happened last night?" you inquire.

"Last night?" she turns to look at you, her smile gone, "I don't remember. But my back sure is sore from sleeping on the couch."

She slept on the couch? Suppose I shouldn't tell her I woke up in her bed...

The rest of the morning went by in awkward silence. Trying to enjoy breakfast wasn't even possible. After you finish, you quickly grab your bag and left for your college courses. Along the way you receive a text from your girlfriend, Red. You are currently driving on a busy street and would rather not crash and die a horrible ****.