Still, I kept watching, until Mom opened her eyes, turned to the side, and saw me watching her. Our eyes met. I think we both yelled. I ran.

I ran into the house, into my bedroom, and I shut the door.

Holy fucking shit.

I wondered if I had hallucinated the whole thing.

A few minutes later, I heard the back door open and shut, and I heard footsteps throughout the house, and I heard what sounded like the front door closing.

A few minutes later, my bedroom door knob turned, and Mom entered. She wore a short robe, sashed around her body. It showed a lot of leg, and...