I saw the boy when I opened my eyes. He looked freshly bathed and wearing a shirt different from what he was wearing last night.
He was wearing the freshly laundered shirt I handed him the previous night. He has been looking for that for months, and I finally found it hidden in between comforters.
Like I always tease him after he bathes, he smells like fresh laundry.
Softly, he said, "Ma, I am going on a bike ride downtown."
It seemed like it was still dark outside, but when I look over at the digital alarm clock on the mister's side table, it was 8:45 AM.
I honestly thought it's Saturday because it felt like it was still very early in the morning. The sun hasn't completely come out yet, and I felt like I wanted to sleep in.
"Don't wear headphones. Ok?!" I told him. This is just so he could hear his surroundings.
He gave me a hug, and left our room.
I guess I dozed off, and woke up before 11.
P.S. I call him "The boy" in this blog because I started blogging back when he was almost 4. Although he is an adult now, I still prefer to call him "The boy" here.
