Sleeping All Day / staying up all night {OPEN}

Why do I always have so much damn sand in my pants?
Marathon silently found himself pulling his swimming trunks off, struggling to maintain his balance by leaning against the wooden structure before him, an abandoned concession stand of sorts. The beach was quiet. The sun was barely rising, and most everyone was still asleep at this time. Marathon practically had the entire coastline to himself.
As his bathing suit fell from his leg to the sandy ground, Marathon quickly picked it up and began to shake the sand from it. He found his grip to be a little too tight, because when he was done shaking it, there was a slight wrinkle in the suit, from his grip. The sand just bothered him so. Sure, he enjoyed laying in the soft, white sand -- but he did not enjoy having it in his pants. He was going to be wearing these swimming trunks all day. Why the hell had he decided to wear the most uncomfortable bathing suit he owned? He didn't quite know.
Holding up the bathing suit to admire his handy-work, Marathon could feel the ocean breeze against his body. He shivered, an involuntary reflex considering he was pretty much naked right now. Deciding to remedy this, he slipped back into the bathing suit, pulling it up around his waste, and situating himself into it. He struggled to tie the suit's strings into a knot. He was never quite good at tying knots, something which he unfortunately often had to do, being a fisherman. Luckily, he was pretty good at untying knots.
Staring out at the ocean as the waves calmly crashed on the shore, Marathon took a minute to take it in. Should I go out for one more swim? He knew he shouldn't. He didn't have time -- he had school in an hour and he had a lot to get done in the meanwhile. No. He wouldn't go back out. But he wasn't quite ready to leave.
Sitting on the counter-top of the abandoned concession stand, Marathon closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. The feeling of the breeze against his face. The smell of salt water in the air. The sound of the waves crashing. He wished he could just sit out here all day, but he had school, and then he had work, and then he would have to do homework. It was a rough life, being part of the middle class.
Staring out into the deep blue beyond, he couldn't help but wonder what was happening in the Capital right now. Surely, there were young men and women his own age there, wondering what was happening in District Four. Hah. As if. But it was nice to dream, right?
Salt water dripped from his hair onto his stomach. Combing his hair back with his hand, Marathon's eyes narrowed with sudden realization. Class had been canceled today. He'd forgotten all about it! The teachers were gone on conference! Half of Marathon's day had suddenly freed up!
...Of course, now absent of the commitments he'd found himself dreading only moments ago, Marathon was now incredibly bored.