Jaine Austen 8 - Killer Cruise
“Asleep at three, awake at seven. That’s four not-so-refreshing hours of sleep.“Prozac, show a little mercy,” I groaned.But she went right on to digging her claws into my chest.With a weary sigh, I dragged myself out of bed and tossed her some roast turkey I’d picked up on my brownie run last night.She turned up her little pink nose in disgust. I knew what she was thinking.Leftovers again?“It’s not leftovers; it’s barely four hours old!”Seeing that I wasn’t about to dash over to the buffet for a replacement breakfast, she reluctantly started eating.The minute she did, I scrambled back into bed, hoping to get some more sleep. But as much as I tried, sleep would not come. I just laid there, listening to the snorting noise Prozac makes when she inhales her food. Out in the hallway, early birds were clomping past my room to start their day, their footsteps echoing like cannons.It looked like I was up for good.So once more I pried myself out of bed. Then, true to my vow to whittle away some... unwanted pounds before Scuba Day, I threw on some sweats and headed off to the jogging track.High up on the prow of the ship, the jogging track provided an unsurpassed view of the ocean.MoreLess
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