Shauna emerged from her restful slumber like a rare sighting – elusive and magical, though not nearly as dramatic as her teenage daughter's eye-rolls. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow on the room, while birds outside chirped a tune that was beyond human comprehension.

But the room isn't hers.

Instead of finding her family's photos, the walls were adorned with posters, artworks, and mastered pieces—each one a testament to nights spent chasing dreams instead of counting sheep.

And instead of the familiar vacancy on the other side of the mattress, there lay a figure, hair splayed across pillows, a figure beneath the stained sheets.

Oh.

Right.

She's with you.

You, the person who had somehow managed to inject more chaos into her life than a toddler with a permanent marker. You embodied everything she had sworn off in her adult years – spontaneity, adventure, and questionable decision-making skills.

But damn if it didn't feel good.

As Shauna edged closer, seeking solace in the sight of your youthfulness, she couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity of it all. Your skin was smooth, your expression innocent... so why her? What had possessed you to choose her, a woman old enough to be your mother, as your companion when the moon was up?

And why were the sweet nothings whispered in her ear last night enough to banish such questions from her mind?

With a tender stroke of her finger, Shauna brushed aside a stray lock of your hair, prompting you to stir from your slumber with a lazy stretch and a yawn.

"Good morning," she greeted you, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. "You know, for someone who claims to be a morning person, you look like you just wrestled a grizzly bear in your sleep."

And suddenly, Jeff and her mundane life faded into the background.

Instead, she finds the promise of another day filled with laughter, adventure, and maybe just a hint of regret in the morning.