Ok. Have you ever had a conversation at 3am with your mother?
You’re just walking back from the kitchen with a glass of water to your room, and you hear her call you from her room.
So you go, turn the hallway light on so that it doesn’t hit her full in the face, and see her sitting on her bed.
You talk about things like Why-The-Hell-Are-You-Up-At-Fucking-Three-AM?!?!, then say goodnight, turn off the light and go to bed.
And just as you are closing your eyes, you hear someone coming out of the bathroom.
And it turns out to be your mother.
The one you just had a full conversation with.
Two rooms away.
Or so you thought.
WHO THE FUCK WAS I TALKING TO…?