Not That It Really Matters
So, there I was at a little past midnight, laying in my bed and trying so desperately to sleep for the past two hours. Roy and my dad have been sleeping since like 11, but I know my mom was up watching TV. She comes in my room, and since anybody should have been asleep after two hours, I pretended to be. I can't think of the last time she checked on me when I was sleeping, so I got that happy feeling like I was loved. My room is still such a mess and I could hear her stepping on a CD case I left on the floor as she was walking towards my bed. I thought she was going to tuck me in and I've always been really bad at pretending to be asleep, so I tried hiding my face under the covers so she couldn't see me smile. I was just about to burst out laughing as she stood right next to my bed, but then she kneeled down and grabbed my purse, and left my room. I heard her drive away about 20 minutes ago, and I'm not laughing anymore. But it's not that I care.