I sat enjoying the pancakes, but wishing I had brown sugar to go on them. I kinda dosed some at the memory of pancakes and brown sugar. A thing my mom taught me to do, it was like adding apple jelly to grits and eating fries with my milkshake. Anyway, wait oh, she said something. â€œThe note? Oh, yesah I read it.â€ I frowned some remembering in the note that she was not feeling well earlier and hadnâ€™t slept as well as I did. â€œBlaise baby, are you feeling better?â€ I asked walking to the sink and started washing my plate after shoving the last bites into my mouth. She seemed to be feeling better as I listened to her. However she faltered some and I looked to her knee. â€œGo sit and rest some, I have to shave before we leave. Also, I will help you pick stuff out but, I am not good at decorating.â€ I smiled some when she found my comment funny. My hand laced in hers as I walked her back to the bedroom once the kitchen had been cleaned and returned to the way it had looked before.<br/>I watched as she sat on the bed, I was memorizing how her body moved and everything I could. â€œJust take it easy for a few minutes ok?â€ I said in a more statement then question sort of way and smiled to her walking into the kitchen. My small bag still sat on the counter where I had placed it the night before. I dug trhough it till I found my raise, cream, and after shave. My peach fuzzed face was coated in a thick slather of white shaving cream. I chuckled some thinking I looked like my santa costume for winter.<br/><br/>For the past three years I have played Santa at the local mall.<br/><br/>â€œI need to get that job again, Ho ho ho.â€ I smiled hearing a laugh behind me.