“I hate mornings, especially ones that start at 4 am,” Blake said as we sat in the Indianapolis airport, each of us clutching a Starbucks coffee in our hands, drinking it as if the coffee would free us from our zombie-like state.
“Agreed,” I said as I looked down at my phone trying to keep track of the time while trying to stay awake, which was a much more difficult task than I had anticipated. Our flight was leaving soon, and we still had to go through airport security, so I knew we had to get up, but getting up was just so difficult.
“Blake,” I said looking over at him, with his brown hair still messed up from sleep and dark circles under his green eyes from not getting enough rest, “we really need to get going. Our plane leaves at seven and its 6:20 right now.”
He regarded me with a look of annoyance on his face. He stood up and sighed, “Ok, let’s go. It’s a good thing we’re going to New Zealand, because if we w