Free Don't Close Your Eyes by Lynessa James Page A

when I opened it.  Speaking of Shakespeare.
    "See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
              O that I were a glove upon that hand,
              that I might touch that cheek!"
              - William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet , 2.2
    It was typed.  No handwriting to go off of, but what pretty words!  I wondered who half of this stuff was from as only a few were brave or cocky enough, to put down their actual names.  Those brave souls would be getting a sweet thank you card from me in return. 
    As though Coach had been told of my girly bliss, when I went to practice, he drilled me and wore me the hell out.  He told me to go home and practice harder since our first meet was the last weekend in February. 
    Needless to say, I trained a bit harder and had also been going to the beach even earlier, normally waving at the guys on my way out when they were coming in.  This was killing me!  Jase had cancelled his performances that were usually on the schedule because he wanted to help Keane move in with him and get him settled, so the days were dragging by.  Sure, I could understand that.  Didn't make it suck any less.  Not to mention, I wanted to ask Jase about the lyrics.  Maybe he would know the source since he was just as big a music lover as I?  Though it’s shameful, I will admit, it also might show that I’d gotten presents from other men.  Yep, girly stupidity rears its ugly head since I could just as easily type in the lyrics and see what popped up.  However, I wanted and excuse to talk to him and wanted it to come off as natural and off-hand, rather than seeking him out as though to say ‘hey look at me!  Some other guy wants me, does it make you want me, too?’ Stupid.  So I kept up with my discipline and patience.
    After a particularly late shift on Saturday night, I fell into bed and hit snooze until just after five-thirty!  Crap!!  I hauled out of bed and threw on some pink shorts and a pink sports bra and struggled into my college sweatshirt.  I was foggy as I made my way to the beach.  I forgot my water, dang it!  At least I had my iPod, grrr!  I rolled the windows down and let the slowly warming air blow into my face, forcing me to wake up completely.  I parked and decided on no sweatshirt this morning since it was warmer.  I hadn't meant to only wear a sports bra, I had completely forgotten the tank I would have worn over it.  "Who the hell cares, Kinsley!!  Jeez, you prude, lets get this in gear!" I yelled loudly, my sometimes poor attitude rearing its ugly head while I threw my sweatshirt into my backseat.  I wrapped the bracelet with my key onto my wrist and tucked my iPod into my bra.  This morning I would need some music.  I was not myself, and those waves would only serve to slow me down.  I put on some Fergie and popped my earbuds in.  I jogged to my first lifeguard post, and I quickly stretched, gaining a few looks from some men jogging past.  I smiled politely, though I was annoyed as I popped my neck and rolled my shoulders, trying to pump myself up.  I turned the music up loud.  I put my sunglasses on my head since the damn sun would be coming up during my jog instead of at the girly bar like I usually planned.  I cursed my laziness and began to jog.  This morning my legs felt heavy.  What had I eaten last night?  I struggled to think, and then realized I had forgotten to eat since I had been so busy.  No wonder.  I always had to eat since I am like a caloric incinerator.  I waited for my smoothie to take effect and give me that boost as I jogged past the third post.  I let my iPod shuffle through random songs.  As I sang in my head, I felt myself losing that fog, and my legs felt lighter.  I picked up some speed as I passed the tenth post before I turned around.  I paced myself at a run instead of a jog now.  I needed to make up for my lagging today.  It felt good to go faster.  Once I passed the