I waited for him in the dining room. Last night, he told me he wanted to go to the beach today. I agreed and told him to wake up early but it seems he hasn't yet. I entered his room and there I see him lying prone on his bed with drool on his pillow. I walk towards him and lean close to his head. I part the hair near his ear and whispered, "I thought you wanted to go to the beach today." He sat up and with an addled look on his face replied with a soft, "Oh yeah." I ask him,...
