I walked down the stairs with a yawn. Wearing my Flanel, black, and red pajama pants. And a white t shirt and my cross necklace my mom got me. My hair messed up from sleeping as I stepped across the cold tile kitchen flooring. It was 5 am. And I clearly had eye bags... I scoffed drinking water... My dog, Barley was laying in his bed by the fire. I lazily stretched and cleared my throat.. And walked back upstairs to my room... Flopping back into bed with a yawn. I felt lonely... But at the same time I felt right.

Christmas break had just started... And all my friends were busy. No parties for my classmates. Only the occasional hockey game. My gear needed to be washed it stank so bad. I rolled out of bed and played videogames on my PC waiting for the time my mom would call me and Charlie (my brother) down for breakfast.