chapter four:   I awoke in my own bed. That was surprising,
considering the last thing I remembered from last night was
sitting on the roof. Thelma must've moved me inside.  I groaned
as I stretch in bed, peering around the room. The sun was
shining through my curtains and when I glanced at the floor,
Thelma's sleeping bag was empty.  I sat up quickly; too quickly.
The blood rushed to my head and I felt a sudden feeling of
dizziness. I took a couple deep breaths and steadied myself
before I got up and left the room.  I could smell bacon from the
top of the stairs and I took the steps two at a time. When I
arrived in the kitchen, I found my mom and dad at the kitchen
table, reading the newspaper; Thelma was standing over a frying
pan, its contents sizzling.  My mother looked up and smiled.
"Good morning Sleeping Beauty!"  "Morning" I mumbled.  I
shuffled over to the counter and picked off a bit of bacon that
was soaking on a paper towel. Thelma swatted my hand away.
"Hey! This is for later!"  I grinned and pu