|The Morning of the Dolphins
Taryn awoke to the buzzing of the alarm beside her bed. As her eyes adjusted to the morning light, she saw the tacky flowered wallpaper and smelled that smell of a room that had been cleaned thousands of times with the same Lysol cleaner. At first she couldn’t recollect where she was. After a few moments, Taryn remembered, she was at the Seaside Hotel. Her mother, father, and she had arrived at the little lived in hotel the night before after a 4-hour plane ride from Connecticut. Taryn loved Florida. She loved the heat, the sun, and, most of all, the ocean.
The sound of Taryn’s mother’s voice brought her out of her sleepiness.
“Taryn! For god’s sake, get up. You are on vacation, a good child would definitely be up and showered and ready to go by now,” Taryn sighed at this remark. All through her child hood she had listened to that same phrase “a good child would…” It was just one of her mother’s ways to get her motivated, but it never worked.