Later that night, my mom and I were sitting in the living room, watching the television. I was incredibly bored, but my mom wouldn't let me go upstairs until the show was over.
It wasn't even an interesting show. Something about Doomsday in 2012. It's a load of bull shit if you ask me. The Bible specifically says that no one will know when or how the world will end.
Well, that's what people tell me. I've never actually read the Bible, and I don't plan to any time soon.
I mentally screamed "YES!" when the show finally ended. I told my mom that I was going upstairs and that I loved her.
After reading a good fifty pages, I looked at my clock and realized that at four in the morning, I was really tired.
The lights went out, my room was swallowed by the dark, and I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.