Perkins

Thursday night was Junior Wake-up Call for swimming. We got permission from parents to wake up the juniors on our team and take them to Perkins for breakfast. I was so tired at the restaurant...I lay down on one of the booths and suddenly, the crackling red leather of the seat seemed exceedingly comfortable. My eyes slipped closed and I fell into the oblivion of sleep, which was quickly interrupted as one of my friends poked me. We all stumbled through the day, wanting only to get home and sleep. I, however, decided to go to a church sleepover. And guess what they did? A wake-up call. They woke us up at five in the morning and took us all out to...Perkins. The exact same one, too. This time, I didn't need a booth. I fell asleep right at the table, resting my head on the wood as it pushed imprints into my forehead. When the food came, I couldn't even eat it all. I guess that's another symptom of being tired- you don't feel hungry. So I got one of those take-home boxes and let my brothers devour what was left of my food. I wish I could say that I also caught up on sleep, but unfortunately, that would be a lie. All of it was fun, though, so I suppose I wouldn't trade the experiences for a couple of hours of sleep.