V4 ch50 Back Home

When dad had booked us our flights back to the west coast, I felt personally attacked by the flight departure time. 7am. Which meant we were at the airport by 5:30am. Which meant leaving the hotel by 5am. Which meant being up at 4am to shower and finish packing. I was so tired that I fell asleep shortly after finding my seat on the plane. I was out before the plane even left the gate.

I continued to be sluggish as we caught a ride to the Johnson's and took Dave's car back to the house. I napped every chance I could, but I think it just made me more tired. After lunch, I napped at home in the comfort of my own bed.

At least until Dave came into the room, telling me that Mom wanted us to strip our bedding to wash it. I slowly got up and helped him, taking sheets and comforters from the four beds to the floor. We had spare sheets to put back on too.

I paused at Kyle's bed. "What about Kyle's? Do we make up his bed? Or just leave it until he gets back?"