Jonathan Wake Up!

I was wrapped tightly in her warm embrace, pressed against her soft bossom. This was bliss.

‘Jonathan…’ The name floated in my subconscious but I ignored its summon.

‘Jonathan…’ The call was louder, drawing me out slowly from the blissful depth of sleep.

‘Jonathan!’

This time, the sharp call was accompanied by the sound of a door hitting the wall. I opened my eye slightly and looked towards the entrance to my room and saw my mom with a scowl on her face.

‘Jonathan get up now. It’s Monday!’ My heart sank, and my mind scrambled to produce a coherent response.

‘Uh…Okay.’ My voice was husky. ‘I want to pray’.

My mother’s scowl grew deeper as she stared at me.

‘If you wanted to pray, you would have woken up earlier.’ I didn’t move an inch.

‘Mom…just let me pray.’

She looked torn, most likely wondering if she should risk killing my spirituality. She still stood at the door, so I shut my eyes and started to move my lips. She left and I drifted once again.

‘Jonathan!’

‘O oo ooooh…’

I reluctantly pulled off my cover cloth and lifted myself off the bed. Wham! My head collided with the hard edge of the head rest and sharp pain shot through my brain to my toes. I clutched my throbbing head and clenched my teeth to stop myself from screaming. I blinked rapidly to stop the sharp sting of tears in my eyes, and shook my head sadly. I was definitely awake now. That was more effective than my mother’s screams.

*Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person dead or alive is simply a product of your imagination.