The Beach

The sun shines in my windows creating an ever so bright wave of light stretching throughout the walls that encompass my room. I slowly open up my eyes and reaching up towards the sky, I stretch, realizing that it is the start of a new day. As I sit up in bed, looking down on the sandy beaches below, watching the little children and their families as they dash across the sand into the bright blue waves, the aroma of breakfast cooking below quickly reaches my nose. Before even stopping and thinking twice, I hop out of bed and scamper downstairs to find my mom making pancakes and bacon. I sit down at the little island in the middle of the kitchen on a bar stool type chair and before I know it, my mom places three pancakes and four strips of bacon on a plate in front of me with a bowl of the most delicious fruit off to the side and a glass of milk to my right. After devouring my breakfast, I gaze out the back door, and the looks of the beaches capture my interest and look quite invit...