As I awake from a dreamy slumber, I smell the sweet sensation of buttermilk pancakes cooked to perfection. I slowly got out of the soft hotel bed and made my way to the small kitchen. I opened the snow, white refrigerator door and grabbed the halfway filled milk jug. I twisted off the light blue cap and gulped down a large portion of the delicious 2% milk. I quickly walked towards my hazel suitcase, sitting near the black colored T.V, and grabbed my bright orange swim trunks. I ran like a cheetah catching it's prey, into the tiny cramped bathroom to change.
I sprinted out of my beachfront…
