I’ve been traveling my whole life. My mom never shied away from throwing us kids into the car and just going for a road trip. I’ve been from one end of the US to the other. I know, I know. Only the US? But, anyone who’s driven from one end of the US to the other knows how much of a task that is and how different the culture is from one area of the country to the other. If you aren’t aware, from San Francisco, CA to New York, NY it’s almost 3000 miles (4800 km). That’s further than Lagos, Portugal to Narva, Estonia. There are 7 other countries you’d pass through on that drive. The US is vast.

I’ve always had a problem sleeping. I could never get comfortable. My nights were filled with tossing and turning, and when I woke up, my back would scream at me. I always thought I was doing something wrong. Everyone else could sleep in a normal bed without issues. Why couldn’t I? Then, I moved to a hammock. 

Chloe’s ears screamed against the silence. Her senses overcompensated in the crushing darkness. Squinting, she strained to pick out any minute detail of her surroundings. Her heart pounded inside her skull, a dull drumbeat impossible to ignore. Each beat an explosion; the sharp shrapnel burrowed deep into the soft tissue. She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes, desperate for relief.

My site was hacked… Again. So I switched webhosts.