Amber lay in bed, sleep seemed so far away. She felt a hunger to fall into a somniferous wave of semi-consciousness. The whole thing seemed a slight bit impossible at the moment, and it seemed like an eternity had passed in one moment. Amber suddenly felt trapped. Then she thought this emotion was a stupid one, and tried to fall asleep again, but like before, she seemed unable. She shouldn't have slept in the car on the way.
Jet lagged from a car trip seemed pretty pathetic.
Hearing music coming from the kitchen, Amber woke. Woke? She lay and thought about this for a moment. She couldn't really remember falling asleep. But who ever did? Without a second take, she got out of bed and maneuvered her way around the boxes that invaded her carpet space. Wait. She stopped pensively. Looking at the boxes, she thought for a moment. She…….. wasn't in a hotel room. Oh, right, the music. There was music. Hehe. Amber found herself musing over her train of thought wreck.
Her mother was in the kitchen, making bacon and eggs and singing to the local radio station's crackling version of a Dixie Chicks hit. Sun shone in great yellow beams into the small yellow kitchen, bathing the countertops in a healthy inspiring glow. Still groggy, Amber leaned against the entrance way, squinting slightly at the brightness.
"Morning, mom." Amber said. Sara turned, a tinge embarrassed at the unwanted witness to her spectacle. Sara smiled.
"Hey you…" she said, flipping an egg. "Finally up? It's eleven!" Sara said, happily. Amber smiled in final realization. She sauntered over to the table and took her seat. Her mom came and sat across from her, placing her plate on the drab beige placemat. They both ate in silence for a moment. "What?" Sara asked her daughter. Amber was continually surprised at how her mother just knew something was… up.
"Nothing, really…" Amber assured her, smiling devilishly. "I was just thinking about this… this funny little dream I had. It was about you, you and me…. And we were moving to Vegas." Amber said like it was the last thing on earth they'd do. She paused, observing her mother's not-quite-distinguishable reaction. "It was just a dumb dream, mom. Never mind." Sara still looked a slight bit stirred.
They finished breakfast in silence.