Even though I had a nap in the middle of the day yesterday, I was still able to sleep well at night, and woke up feeling great Monday morning. The same couldn't be said for some others.
At the table for breakfast, the twins were both nibbling on bagels like zombies, not even blinking. Noah was resting his head on the table, trying to get an extra few minutes of sleep. Meanwhile, Zeke had his eyes glued to his phone like he was having trouble memorizing an imaginary game plan.
Or maybe there was an actual game plan? I paused my eating to ask. "Is there a game plan for tonight?"
The table got quiet. Scary quiet. The twins stopped nibbling and Zeke looked at me directly.
"Just do your best." Mr. Atkins said, coming in from the office. "All of you. Stop stressing. Be more like Noah." He gestured at the sleeping boy beside me.
Dave scoffed. "He can only sleep now because he couldn't sleep a wink last night!"
