Literature
An Adventure That is Not Forgotten
I turn over and over in my bed and glancing at the alarm clock for the fiftieth time I sigh.
The clock reads three AM.
I am getting quite tired of this.
Night after night of restless sleep and I have no clue why.
Finally I give up. Throwing the covers angrily off my bed, I rise.
However, remembering that my whole family is sleeping soundly in our house, I tip toe the rest of the way to my door. As I turn the door knob it creaks and the sound fills the whole room. I cringe and hoping I have not disturbed the quiet house, I make my way to our small kitchen. I pour a glass of cold water and gulp it down.
You see,