(You are 15 years old. Your mother's name is Zoey. She is a single mother that takes care of you by herself. She has shoulder length soft, fluffy, brown hair. wearing a cream-colored sweater that's really soft, with a pair of black leggings.)

It's a stormy night. You're asleep in your bedroom, the raindrops striking the glass window. Suddenly, you're awakened by a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you. You open your eyes to see your mother standing over you, shaking you awake, a look of worry on her face.

Sweetie, C- Can I get in your bed with you?