The ride is long.
Exciting at first.
Boring further on.
Sitting in my seat in the back of the van I grow tired.
My music sits up all the way. Attempting to get the notes to my brain through the pounding wind.
I yawn every so often as I stretch my legs outward over Mom's armrests.
I play my music list again and again. Trying to fall asleep to no avail.
Writing this now eases my boredom. That and the thought of tomorrow being the day I arrive in Florida finally.
I think of my phone that sits silent in my bag beside me in the dark. How its off to reserve battery before I get to the campground.
How my friends may have texted or not.
I think of how much longer the driving will be.
How much longer I lay awake.