3WW #35

Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. I'll also attempt to write something using the same three words.

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This week's words are:
packed
cozy
anticipation

A twin-bell alarm clock sounded at 4:30 AM, but Jared was already wide awake. He slid both legs over the edge of the bed far as they would go, then hopped down to the floor, fully dressed. He had gotten up and put his clothes on sometime in the night, just in case he overslept.

Normally, Jared hated nothing worse than leaving the cozy warmth of his bed, but this particular morning it was no problem. He wasn't real sure if he had slept at all, as he had been looking forward to this day as long as he could remember. He ran into the kitchen to retrieve the lunch his Mom had packed the night before, then returned to his room.

A few minutes later, he followed his Dad out to the car, short legs running almost faster than they could to keep up. The car ride was mostly quiet. It was the first time Jared could remember being awake and outside before sunrise. He spent most of the drive looking out the window.

By the time they reached their destination, the first sliver of sun could be seen coming over the horizon. Single-file, they walked towards the pier, both donning bucket caps, although Jared's kept falling down over his eyes. He carried his lunch box with his left hand and his fishing rod in his other, propped against his right shoulder, carefully mimicking his Dad.

At the pier, his Dad gave him a few instructions and baited Jared's hook. Then the two fishermen sat down side by side, several feet apart, and cast in their lines. His legs dangling above the water, Jared would look over wide-eyed every once and again at his Dad to make sure he was doing everything right. The anticipation of the day exceeded only by the reality of it.

"Just me and you, doing what I've always wanted to. I'm the luckiest boy alive. This is the best day of my life..."