After a night of stressful dreams, Julia wakes up by a knock on the hotel bedroom door, “room service.”
Julia hears the shower running, “guess I have to get up.”
Julia opens the hotel room door, “morning.”
“Good morning,” the server push in the breakfast trolley.
After the server packed the food and coffee pot over to the dining table and left Julia stretched into the air before lifting the food covers off the food, “mmm, my favrote.”
Julia takes a seat and poor’s some syrup over one French toast followed by sprinkling grated cheese over it.
“Starting without me?” her mother Melissa says taking the shower cap off her perfectly pinned-up hair.
“Just so hungry,” Julia says with a mouth full.
“Well, if you were not so shy to eat last night you wouldn’t be so hungry. Don’t you eat in
