The Truth About ForeverThe Truth About Forever8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"Macy, wake up."
I rolled over, pulling my pillow over my face. "No," I said, my voice muffled. "Another hour."
"No way." I felt fingers flicking my bare feet. "Hurry up. I'll be outside."
Still half asleep, I heard him leave the room, then, a second later, the screen door slammed shut behind him. For a second I just lay there, so tempted to let sleep pull me in and under, back to dreaming. But them I pushed the pillow off my face and sat up in bed, looking out the window beside me. The sky was clear and blue, the waves crashing close in. Another nice day.
I got up, then pulled on my shorts and job bra and my T-shirt, rolling the elastic off my wrist and using it to tie my hair up in a ponytail. I was still yawning as I crossed my bedroom and stepped out into the main part of the house, where my sister was sitting at the table, flipping through a magazine.
"You know what I've been thinking," she said, not even looking up, as if we'd been talking and were just picking up where we'd left