The classic rock on the radio confused on when he woke up. That was the kind of music his son listened to, wasn't it? Why was it playing on his alarm? He quickly turned it off before it woke Linda up. Yawning, he opened his eyes to greet another day.
What met his newly awoken eyes was a shock. He was in the wrong bedroom! He was neatly tucked under the covers of his son's bed! Had he sleep walked? Where was his son?
His fatherly instincts kicked in. It didn't matter to him that his memories told him that he was the father of nobody, his memories of that time in the morning told him he was the father of three wonderful children. Well, two wonderful boys and his daughter, who could be a handful. He leaped out of bed, brushing off the fact that he wasn't in his regular pajamas but rather a pair of underwear and a t-shirt and ran into the hallway.
He could smell scrambled eggs from downstairs. A smile crept to his face as he thought of his wife making breakfast. She was such a good partner to him, taking care of everything he didn't. It was as if she filled in all the gaps in his character. He reminded himself to pick up some flowers for her after work, although it never occured to him that he would be at school rather than work. His morning memories told him he'd be getting ready for his job at this time of day.
Jon decided to check the bedrooms first, since they were closest. He silently opened Zoe's door first (not wanting to wake her yet), although he didn't know why his teeneaged son would be in there. He instantly regretted choosing that door first though, as he was met with the image of his daughter, eyes closed, masturbating in the middle of her bed. He closed the door and told himself to have "that talk" with her that night.
He then tried his youngest's room. A satisfied sigh hit him as he saw his eldest sleeping soundly in the younger boy's room. They must have all sleep walked the night before. Closing the door softly he resolved to not waste any more time. He needed to get ready for work, and if he hurried downstairs first he might get a minute or two alone with his beautiful wife.
