Oh, he's cute. Mr. I can never sleep when I'm traveling. He's hugging his pillow like a sloth on a branch.

He couldn't sleep before. Now listen to him. Sounds like an elephant with a chest infection.

Well, they call him a dreamer. And now they're right.

All aboard, Mr. I can never sleep when I'm traveling.

Find all the comfort you need in the quiet lounge.

Piando Ferries, there is another way.

Hey Nick, can have some of that popsicles please?

As she yelled out to me while I was laying on the couch with an ice pack resting on my

chest.

It was a hot humid day in the middle of the rural outskirts of upstate New York on a Friday afternoon.

My younger brother and I had just gotten home from school, bored as hell, while we boiled alive indoors and outdoors.

No, we have to wait until Wednesday, but it's my birthday, so I should be able to have one," Asher said in an annoying entitled

tone.

Not your birthday till Wednesday, dude, plus mom and dad said.

I was annoyed, uncomfortable, sweating, and felt like a husk.

I was 14 while my younger brother was turning 11. We were home alone until Sunday morning

while our parents are out on a business trip.

Asher closed the freezer door after peeking inside and lazily walked over to the couch where he fell over and landed on top of me.

Dude, what the hell, get off me? I yelled out. I'm bored, he groaned. Yeah, okay. I literally don't care, I said.

I shoved him off the couch and he got up looking out onto the porch.

Can we go look for snakes outside? he asked. You can, I'm tired.

I closed my eyes wanting to take. You can, I'm tired.

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