John slowly rolled himself out of bed. As he stood up, his sheets fell away exposing his naked, young body to anyone who could see. Luckily, he lived alone in his attic room, so no one could see. In the spring and summer, once it started to get warmer (especially up in the attic, which wasn't hard...) John always slept in the nude.
He walked over to his closet, and grabbed an old, plaid robe from one of the hooks. Dressed in this, he headed down the attic stairs to the second floor. Passing his sisters' (Kelly and Stephanie) rooms, and his parents', John walked down the flight of stairs there to the first floor.
His mom was standing in front of the stove, wearing a tiny, silk kimono (she rarely showed any kind of modesty around the house) cooking -what smelled like- eggs and bacon. She must have heard John coming down the stairs, because she looked briefly over her shoulder and smiled at him.
"Good morning, sweetie," she said, her shoulder-length brown-auburn hair framing her still pretty face and bright motherly smile. The first time John had ever seen Everybody Loves Raymond he had seen a near body double for his own mother in Patricia Heaton. Sure his mom, Kathy, was a little taller, but the two were nearly twins. "Your father had to rush off -he didn't even tell me before I started making breakfast- so there's extras if you want them," she said before turning back to the stove and singing softly to some Oldies song that was playing on the radio. |