Alone?

I looked at the clock, it’s still 12 o’clock
The time seems to freeze
I turn around and face the door where comes a faint knock
The door swings open and in comes light along with a soft breeze
There stands my mother blanket in hand, a quiver in her knees
“Where have you been” I say with a sigh as she walks.
I know where she was but i still ask again with an air of displease.
She ignores the question and plops on my bed and talks.
I lay down my head, not even bothering to listen to the words she breaths.