Sunday night was a tough one. I lay in bed, just staring at the ceiling because I couldn't sleep at all. I kept thinking about tomorrow. I'm so nervous I can't even explain it. After tossing and turning for hours, I finally got out of bed, and walked down the hall to mikes room. Just like me, he was laying staring at the ceiling.
"Couldn't sleep?" I asked.
"Not a wink. Come on over." he said, patting the bed. I walked over, and climbed into his arms, my head on his chest. I felt safe with him.
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When I woke up Monday morning, I smelled bacon. I got out of bed, and walked slowly downstairs, as I was dizzy. When I came down, mike smiled at me.
"Morning, princess!" he said, giving me a hug and kissing me on the forehead. "Mornin mike!" I said, stretching. I walked over to the counter, on which I found the object of my desires...bacon. Hell yes. Bacon, and toast, and fresh oranges...best breakfast ever. On the chair, I saw the coolest new sailing backpack ever. It had my name on it, and my US sailing number on the inside so I always have it. Inside the backpack was a blanket, fuzzy socks, a hair brush, tooth brush, happy days, and a bunch of Tack and Jib sailing magazines, along with tic tacs.
"Thought I would pack some stuff for today." mike said. "Thanks mike! That's really sweet!" I said.
"Anything for my girl! Ready to go?" he asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." I said.
"Alright, let's go, we don't want to be late." he said, taking my hand. And we drove.
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Waiting on the waves
Teen FictionA tale that hits close to home to me, about understanding, accepting, cherishing, loving, surviving, living, and more. When we feel like we can't hang on any longer, we find there is always someone to catch us as we wait for the wave.
