Fog drifted on the water, curling in the early morning breeze and gusting onto the beach to swamp my ankles in dampness.
I loved this time when only the birds were awake and I could crawl from my nice warm bed into the fresh air and get a good start on the day. I was a morning person through and through. The birds were my best friends and the crisp air my caffeine.
She rolled over and re-hid her face in her pillow. It wasn't noon yet, she wasn't getting up. She had stayed up to three in the morning partying with her friends and not even a shot of espresso would wake her up enough to function today. She had homework for Monday but didn't really care if it got done or not. Slowly the haze came over her again and she dropped back into sleep.