The crappy night of sleep put me in a bad mood Saturday morning when Noah forced me to wake up. Apparently I slept in and we had to hurry. I was sluggish in my movements as I changed and headed downstairs. Neither twin was in sight as I followed Noah out the door. Zeke was already waiting in the car.
"Trouble sleeping?" Zeke asked, glancing back at me as I sat in the back seat. Noah jumped in the front passenger seat leaving the whole row to myself.
I yawned. "It wasn't terrible."
"He's lying." Noah remarked. "He tossed and turned all night. That's why I was up so early."
"You don't have to go." Zeke expressed a little worry.
I must not look so good. I rubbed my cheeks, then my eyes. "No, I'm good. I want to go too."
Zeke waited an extra minute before deciding to believe me. Then we were off.
