(4)-Morning.
The next morning, in the prairieside of Prairie Grove-the grass being yellow, inside Kyle's old farmhouse, the 18-year old boy laid sound asleep on his bed on his back, shirtless and wearing faded blue pants and blue boxer shorts that were pulled down past his hips, and yellow wolverine work-boots with the laces cross-tied and tucked into them. He had sung four songs at the carnival last night, so he was spent. Plus all that dancing around on stage could really take a lot out of a person. His electric clock on his night-stand on the left side of his bed changed from 9:59 to 10:00 AM, making it start buzzing, awaking Kyle. He turned over on his left side and pressed the snooze button, making the buzzing stop.
"Good night, carnival...good morning, journey." Kyle said.
There were then four knocks at the 18-year old boy's bedroom door. "Kyle? " Said the voice of Kyle's mother, followed by three more knocks. "Kyle, breakfast."
"Okay, Mom, i'm up!" Kyle shouted so his mother could hear him.
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