"Life is like surfing a good wave. We have those moments where you feel as though you are on the top of the world and those where your life comes crashing down all around you."
Ainsley Matthews, ex-pro surfer, has been though a lot in the past. From...
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C H A P T E R T W E N T Y - T H R E E breakfast of champions
dawny: refers to going for a surf session early in the morning.
My friends made the promise of celebrating last night, and that's exactly what we did.
I woke up sprawled out on the cool hardwood floor, a knitted blanket draped over top of my body, as the sun which was shining through the window heated me up.
Slowly I lifted my head, my eyes adjusting to the bright lighting as I found Dawson laying on the ground beside me, my other friends on the couch, but Miranda and Trace were nowhere to be found.
I closed my eyes in an attempt to fight off waves of nausea. Trying even though my head was pounding, I attempted to recall the events that occurred last night.
Beer bottles were scattered across the floor and it was evident that last night I clearly had too much to drink.
The last thing that I remembered before I must have fallen asleep was the six of us playing Cards Against Humanity, laughing until our stomachs hurt.
Slowly I made my way up to my feet. The room spinning as I place my hand against the armrest of the couch to steady myself.
With my movements Dawson stirs, gripping the pillow I was sleeping on tightly as he pulls it closer to his body in the absence of myself.
I clumsily made my way into the kitchen, grasping onto furniture to keep myself upright while being extra careful not to knock anything down in the process.
Reaching into the cupboard I pull out a glass and fill it with some tap water before sipping on it as I observe the contents in the fridge.
I decided on making bacon, eggs, and pancakes for the group as I gathered the ingredients and placed them onto the counter.
When I was in the process of cooking the bacon, two hands wrapped around my waist pulling me backwards against a muscular body.
"Something smells good" the raspy voice says as they place a kiss against my cheek.
I giggle in response. "I sure hope that it tastes as well as it smells".
His hands leave my hips and instantly I miss the warmth I felt moments ago. He grabs the bowl of eggs from behind me and starts whisking them up as he grabs another pan.
"I hope you don't mind a little help, not that I don't trust that your food would be delicious" Dawson says as he pours them into a pan. "You know you could have woke me up to help you instead of doing this all on your own".
"I don't mind" I respond taking the bacon out of the pan giving Dawson control of the stove as I head to the counter behind him. "Besides you looked to peaceful when you were sleeping to wake you".
